Novel & Cerita Hard Knocks

he huffed , his eyebrows frowning since he was unimpressed. "Nope" I smirked walking into the kitchen . He groaned loudly as he stood up from the toilet seat . "I'm in pain" he grunted , holding his shoulder . I wandered over to him . "That's what you get" I smirked . He pushed the bruise on his collar bone , making himself wince . "You could've broken it" I mumbled . He gritted his teeth together as he pressed on some of his other bruises . I ran my finger over his sore collar bone . "Do you want me to kiss your bruises better" I question with a soft smile , staring at him innocently . He nodded slightly . I kissed his cheek bone gently then his collar bone . I pecked his shoulder next his

He worried about the future of his career and about whether or not people would find out about the severity of his injury. “I've got to stay tough,” he said out loud. “I've got to grind hard and get through this.” It's not like physical therapy is going to be the worst thing I've ever gone through anyway, he thought. If the rest of it is anything like today, then it'll be a piece of cake. Some massages and a few simple exercises. No problem.

“My parents died when I was eighteen and my sister was fourteen. They never had a lot of money, so I was left with the duty of making sure Hannah got into college. Taking care of her.” Those grey eyes darkened, his knuckles turned white from his grip. “So I took a job working with Denver. I’d met him at a bar where I’d gotten into a drunken fight.” Rage pushed forward, lacing his fingers around the nape of his neck. “He’d been so tempting. Flashing wads of cash, jewelry and girls around like they were nothing. The picture he painted for me was far from the reality of the job, but I took it, and I made a lot. Once I started, I found out the real job behind all that money—and it was darker tha

I can't stand here and analyze this while I do nothing! "Noah! Stop it! Please stop!" I shriek, clawing at Noah's back. Oh I wish this was a week ago when I hadn't cut my very sharp, long nails. I beat against him with my fists, little useless smacks against a brick wall. When I take a look at Hardin, I shudder. Tears start streaming down my face, blurring the horrific sight of Hardin struggling, his face contorted in pain. His face a bloody mess. What can my pathetic little hands do against him?

“Please. You don’t scare me, cowboy. I deal with drunks and druggies and bikers all damn day. But one thing my sister and I do have in common? We’re both fighters. Hardheaded.You determined to get your way is not gonna be easy. For either of you.” He didn’t rise to the bait. Nor would he back down. “Nothin’ worthwhile ever is.” India considered him without malice. “No pain, no gain, huh?” “Not the phrase I’d choose, but yeah, I suppose that fits.” “Good luck, because, man, are you gonna need it.” Kade grinned. “Oh, I don’t need luck. I’ve got something even better.”

" I grind, leaning in to say the words closer to his ears. No intimacy—that was what the contract said. He looks like he can't wait to have a taste of me, and he has forgotten our contract agreement. ‎