Tangled Hearts on Wheels

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PROLOGUE:

The boss stands with his back turned to me, a cloud of cigarette smoke rising into the air. His silence only makes the tension worse. I take a deep breath, struggling to keep my voice steady.

“I’m sorry, boss, but I’m in no shape to get on the Night Race—Route 419,” I say firmly. I want him to understand how serious I am.

He doesn’t even turn around. “What choice do you have, you jerk? Should I lose my money because you have a few injuries?” he snaps back.

“A few injuries?” I can’t believe it. I have a broken rib from a bad fall last week, and I’m nowhere near healed. And he wants me on the track? In a night race on the most dangerous route in the city? He’s lost his damn mind.

“You know my mother needs me… I can’t throw my life away like that,” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Then do it for her,” he says coldly. “If you win, I’ll write off your father’s debt. All of it.”

I freeze. It’s a tempting offer, almost too good to be true. My mind races. The risk is insane—I can barely bend without feeling pain, and he’s asking me to ride at night, through sharp turns and blind spots.

But then again, I’ve got a $10 billion debt to clear. My father’s debt. And for the past seven years, I wasn’t even able to dent it properly from where I used to get my finances.

“This is your chance,” the boss adds further, his tone becoming a little lower towards the end as if to imply that there would be no next time.

"To this race, you were selected and it is tonight. Go get ready.”

And just like that, he exits the door and I am still there, rooted to the ground. There’s no turning back. This means I simply cannot afford not to race if I hope to have any chance of clearing that debt and covering my mother’s medical expenses.

I glance at my watch. It’s already 5 p.m. The last thing on my mind before a race is to relax and ease my mind. I get on my motorbike and put on the helmet. I tend to forget all my troubles with the wind blowing so hard.

I pull up to a bar across the road from the Steel Riders’ clubhouse. I just need a drink to calm my nerves. When I walk in, I spot them immediately—the Steel Riders. A group of them sits in the back, talking quietly. They notice me too.

“Hey, that’s Blaze. He’s racing tonight,” one of them whispers.

I ignore the stares and look around for an empty table. I can’t afford to get into it with them right now. They’re always trying to mess with me, trying to push my buttons.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him—Carlo. His murderous gaze is fixed on me. He hates me, just like I hate him. I hate him for having everything I ever wanted in life and throwing it away like it means nothing.

If my father had half the money Carlo’s father has, I wouldn’t be stuck in this hell. But here I am, racing against him again tonight. I down a shot, letting the burn of the alcohol dull my thoughts.

“Hey, come sit over there with us. Let’s buy you a bottle before the race,” one of his friends calls out. He’s surprisingly polite for once, and I can’t help but wonder what they’re up to.

Maybe I’m out of my mind, but I don’t turn him down. It’s just one bottle, right? I could use it to clear my head before the chaos begins, so I follow him.

I sit on a chair and for some reason, there is a strange stillness for a few moments as the conversation continues all around me. Carlo’s eyes must be on me because I can sense them, but I do my best to ignore it. If only he knew how much I despise him. His arrogance, his wealth—everything he has, I’ve had to fight and bleed for.

His friends laugh and joke, offering drinks and small talk. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I shouldn’t be here. Drinking with my enemies? I must be out of my damn mind.

But that’s the thing, isn’t it? Desperation makes you do crazy things. If I’m going to be racing on Route 419 tonight—risking everything, including my life—I might as well have a drink or two. I’ve already made up my mind. There’s no turning back now.

The boss’s offer rings in my ears. If I win tonight, my father’s debt is gone. I’ll be free, and my mother can get the treatment she needs without me scraping by for every penny.

But I know what’s waiting for me out there. Route 419 isn’t called the Night Race for nothing. It’s a death trap—pitch black, winding, with no room for error. One slip, one wrong turn, and it’s all over.