Otensia blinked her eyes open and tried to sit upright. Before she could, Vito's strong, firm hands gripped her and forced her back down. A small groan escaped her lips as pain shot through her legs, burning beneath her feet.
Her toes curled on instinct, but even that small movement made it worse. She sucked in a breath, her chest rising fast, and her eyes squeezing shut. She swallowed and went still, realizing her body would not obey her yet. Vito's hands holding her did not move, keeping her from hurting herself further.
"I warned you, doll. Don't take alcohol. Your head can't carry it." Vito said, his hands still resting on hers. She kept her eyes away from him angrily.
The sound of his voice only made the pressure in her chest worse. Her mind drifted back to last night. The
