Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“This stops right fucking now, Johnny,” he warned again as he pulled a pair of jocks up my thighs, careful not to upset my groin. “No more training,” he growled, adjusting the waistband on my hips. “No more hiding your pain.” He stalked over to the bench and grabbed a towel. “No more lying.” He wiped a streak of smeared blood off my thigh. “No fucking more!” “I’ll be fine,” I strangled out, shaking from head to toe. “Fine?” Gibsie spat out, pausing midpace to glare at me. “Oh yeah, because you look fucking peachy right now, bleeding your mini fucking Johnnys all over the bed.” “Stop—” “You’re killing yourself. You do realize that, right? You do understand that you are putting your entire life on the line for a fucking green jersey that doesn’t mean shit in the long run.” “Gibs, stop, lad,” I begged. “I can’t fucking hear this right now.” “Oh, you’re going to hear it!” “I fucking can’t hear this,” I choked out, voice cracking. “Okay? I can’t…” “Look at yourself!” Gibsie demanded, jabbing a finger at my crotch. “Look at the condition you’re in.” Blood was oozing from the gash in my leg where my stitches had been. “That should have healed weeks ago,” he hissed. “It’s March, Johnny. Fucking March, and you’re walking around with your leg half-open.” “He ripped me with his boot studs,” I choked out. “It could have happened to anyone.” “Yeah, well, he wouldn’t have been able to rip you open like that if you had let your body heal the fuck up properly in the first place!” Gibsie r...