CHAPTER 87. About Time

  Lanzo had a strong grip on my cheeks to hold my face in place after numerous times he failed to force me to drink the strange drug. Even as he was straddling on top of me, with one of his goons’ holding back my hands, I still did not give up.

  “You fucking bitch!” he growled, digging his thick fingers into my cheeks to force me to look forward. “Stop resisting or you’re going to get hurt!”

  I glared up at him with teary eyes, refusing to back down but there was not much I could do when he finally shoved the head of the vial between my lips. I tried to squirm myself free, but Lanzo had his weight on top of me and the goon held my hands back firmly. The liquid went down my throat with ease, leaving behind a bitter and disgusting taste on my tongue.