Roadie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #2)

by C.M. Stunich

No, I won't be weak. I choose strength. Because sometimes, it is a choice. Bad things happen, people die, hearts are broken, but it's how we walk in the rain of grief that defines us. Do we cower in the downpour and let the frigid chill soak us through? Do we grab an umbrella and fight the storm?

“Pussies are a lot stronger than balls,” Lilith says, startling both me and Pax. “Why would anyone say he's got balls to reference strength when a swift kick to the nether regions drops a man to his knees? As far as calling a weak person a pussy, well, pussies birth babies. Plus, they can take a pounding and enjoy it.” “Keep saying pussy and I'll change my lingo however you want,” Pax drawls,