On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 66

Author’s POV.

Tracy’s heart raced as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. He had caught a glimpse of her, and this time, he fastened the kiss, pushing the lady against the wall with an intensity that stole the air from her lungs.

The pain in her chest was overwhelming. Her heart shattered as the tears began to fall, unrelenting, as she turned and ran off.

Alex pulled away from the lady, letting out a heavy sigh. He tugged at his suit jacket, his breath escaping in shallow exhalations.

“I… I’m sorry about that. You… you looked like my girlfriend,” he lied to the lady, scratching the back of his neck, his discomfort visible. The lady smiled seductively, licking her lower lip, clearly unfazed by his apology.

“I don’t mind, handsome. We could start from here,” she winked, and Alex scoffed, walking away. She stared at him, fondling her chest, fantasizing about what could have been.

Tracy, in her car, had just finished calling Hazel to let her know she was leaving. The phone rang twice before it went unanswered. Tears continued to pour down her face as she sat in the car, struggling to control her emotions.

It had only been two weeks. Two weeks since she had hoped, prayed, and clung to the idea of them being together, and yet he had already replaced her. While she was here, holding on to the remnants of their love, he had moved on so easily. Was it all about her body, like he had confessed? The question echoed in her mind, making the tears flow harder. She couldn’t help but feel worthless.

With a burst of uncontrollable emotion, Tracy slammed her foot on the gas pedal, speeding away, not caring where she went. Her mind was a storm of memories, thoughts of Alex—their passionate nights—flashing through her like a raging fire. Each thought stoked the flames of desire and pain, and her heart ached with every recollection.

The music blared through the speakers, and she pushed the car harder, the speedometer creeping to 200 kilometers per hour. She needed relief—something, anything—to numb the pain. The club wasn’t an option. She needed to keep driving, her only goal was to escape the suffocating feelings she couldn’t control.

‘Fuck! Yes, Alex, just like that,’ the echo of her moans in her mind was a poison that kept her heart racing, urging her on.

‘You shouldn’t be thinking about this,’ she scolded herself, but it was all that kept her from falling apart.

Eventually, she reached a dead-end on an unfamiliar road. With a deep sigh, she slammed the car into reverse, speeding backward, losing control of the vehicle. Before she could react, the truck beside her smashed into her car.

“No!” she screamed, but it was too late. The crash was violent, the impact ripping her car apart, the glass from the windows shattering, cutting into her skin as she fell unconscious. Blood oozed from the wounds as everything around her went black.

Meanwhile, Hazel, unaware of the disaster unfolding, was sipping a drink, following the instructions that would earn her the title of a “good girl.” She knew what to do, to be praised, to be rewarded. The glass was almost empty, and she was about to stop drinking when her phone beeped. She checked the screen—it was Tracy. Hazel had missed her first call, but now, she was about to call her back when she was distracted by Axel’s men, who were introducing her to their work.

But, lost in the moment, Hazel failed to act as planned.

She finally picked up the call before it could end, her heart skipping a beat when a voice, not Tracy’s, came through the speaker.

“Hello, is this Miss Hazel?”

“Yes…” Hazel replied, her voice shaking as she set the glass down.

“The owner of this phone was involved in a fatal accident, and you were the last person she called.”

Hazel froze. Her knees gave way, and her throat felt dry. Hot, painful tears streamed down her face, but she couldn’t stop them.

‘Fatal,’ she mentally repeated the word. It was a grim term, one that spelled out death.

“Where… what’s the name of the hospital?” Hazel barely managed to ask, her voice cracking with emotion.

“City View.”

“Is… is she fine?” Hazel’s voice trembled, filled with helplessness.

“We can’t guarantee that, ma’am.”

Hazel nodded, the reality of it all sinking in. If only she had picked up the call sooner, maybe Tracy wouldn’t have been alone when the truck came. Maybe, just maybe, she could have saved her.

Axel, sensing something was wrong, rushed to her side when he saw her tears. He took the phone from her hand, his expression hardening.

“Are you okay?” he asked, worry lacing his voice.

Hazel shook her head, barely able to speak through her grief. “Tracy… Tracy…” she choked out.

Axel’s heart skipped a beat, the fear taking over him.

“What happened to Tracy?” His voice was filled with urgency, yet it still carried the weight of a deep, underlying emotion.

“She was involved in an accident and is at City Hospital.” Hazel’s voice cracked with another sob.

Axel’s eyes widened, and without a second thought, he turned and called out sharply.

The doctor looked at her, his face regretful. “I’m sorry, but that’s not enough. We need someone closer.”

Hazel stepped back, arms folded, frustration settling deep inside her.

The tension in the room hung thick, with no solution in sight. And then, Alex spoke.

“I’m her boyfriend.”

The words dropped like a bomb, and the room fell silent. Hazel’s eyes widened in disbelief, and Axel’s gaze snapped to Alex, his expression frozen. If Alex cared this much, why hadn’t he fought for her? Why hadn’t he been there for her?

“Okay,” the doctor said, breaking the silence. “That’s fine. Just pay at the reception, sign the forms, and we’ll get started. One more thing—do you share the same blood type as her? She’s O positive.”

The words seemed to echo in Axel’s mind, resounding louder than anything else. He, too, was O positive. The connection struck him like a sharp realization, but his mind refused to entertain the thought.

Alex turned to Axel, sensing the oddness in the air. Something wasn’t right.

“I share the same blood,” Axel said, his voice steady, cutting through the tension for the first time since they had arrived.

“That’s great,” the doctor replied, not noticing the flicker of suspicion in Axel’s eyes.

Axel couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Her situation reminded him so much of his sister’s—her disappearance, the similarities in blood type. He pushed the thought away, forcing his mind to focus. But Hazel wasn’t as easily distracted. She noticed how Axel volunteered so quickly to give blood. It was strange, and Hazel could sense there was something more to it, something no one could yet explain.

“I’ll be right back,” Alex said, turning toward the reception.

The doctor motioned for Axel. “You should come with me for a blood test,” he instructed. Axel nodded, still consumed by the strange, nagging feeling inside.

“Hang on here, okay?” Axel murmured to Hazel, his voice softer as he kissed her forehead.

Hazel nodded, her arms folding tightly around herself. He lingered for a moment longer, pulling her close before stepping away.

“Thanks for volunteering to donate blood. Her father should be here soon. Thankfully, he’s in Texas.”

Axel nodded as the doctor’s words settled into his mind. He had to meet Tracy’s father. He had questions, and the first one was why he hadn’t been there for her sooner. If only Tracy were his sister—maybe then he would have cared more.