The Bratva Biker Girl
If I don't move soon, I will disgrace myself, and I reckon I've already done that once too often.
Gritting my teeth against the pain that shoots through my limbs, I force myself to sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I can't stop the agonised moan that escapes my lips, and as if this pain is not enough, when I try to stand, my head begins to throb, making my vision blurry.
'Oh God, oh God.'
I whimper as my legs buckle, and I fall back onto the bed.
'Need a little help there, Principessa?'
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