I spun around, finding a guy I had never seen before grinning down at me with bloodshot eyes. “Need some help, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I breathed, trying to step around him. “He’s trying to force—”
The guy laughed, cutting me off. “No, baby. I mean do you need help taking the shot? Because you look like you need a little encouragement.”
“What—?”
Before I could react, the guy grabbed my upper arm, pinning me, and shoved me back toward Gio. Gio’s hand shot out, entangling his fingers tightly into my hair and yanking my head back.
A cry of pain escaped my throat, opening my mouth—and Gio used the opening to tilt the glass and pour the harsh liquid straight down my throat.
Tears burst into my eyes as I gagged, the alcohol burning my throat and spilling down my chin.
“Good girl,” Gio muttere
