Chapitre 125: [Bonus chapter] No Riding?

Billie Bob Jones

We had partied until 4am in the morning. I knew I went hard. Winners always partied hard because winners could do whatever they wanted and I was a winner. 

"I don't think I can walk," I cried as soon as my eyes opened. 

The unfortunate thing about being a PBR world champion is you got the meanest bulls that also wrecked your body for a life time. 

Benedito's face was the second thing a saw after the ceiling as he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. "What's wrong?"

"My hip," I yelped like an idiot. 

An emotional, extremely in pain idiot. 

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" he stood up from the bed and quickly dressed in a pair of black shorts then threw on a shirt. 

"Get Ma," I groaned as I tried to move again.