“Toast would be good,” I say. I doubt I can tolerate much else.
“Take your pill,” Dante says. He’s standing over me, hovering.
I pretend to put the pill into my mouth, palming the drug into my hand while I down the glass of water.
His eyes narrow.
He doesn’t know.
He couldn’t know.
Dante grabs my hand and opens my fist. The pill tumbles to the sheets beneath me.
Shit.
His eyes are darker then I’ve ever seen them as he lifts the pill from the sheets. “Do you have a death wish? Maybe you don’t care what happens to my child, but I do,” he snarls and grabs my chin.
I pull back, but he doesn’t let me loose.
I want to tell him to get off me, but he’s holding my bottom jaw open. I don’t appreciate being handled.
“Take your damned pill.” He shoves it into my mouth and shuts my lips. “Swallow!” he commands.
I swallow, but the pill is still on my tongue. It’s bitter and forces my face to scrunch. I want to open my mouth for my glass of water, which is empty.
“Open your mouth.”
I roll the pill around in my mouth to shove it in the pocket between my teeth and my jaw. If he demands I lift my tongue, he won’t see the stupid drug he’s forcing me to take.
When I don’t do as he tells me fast enough, he yanks my mouth open. His fingers explore my lips and mouth with one hand while the other keeps my jaw firm.
A visual inspection isn’t enough for him.
I try to bite down, but he grabs my tongue.
Bastard!
His index finger swipes between my gums, discovering the pill.
“Moreno!” Dante shouts for his second.
I’m fucked.
Moreno hurries into my bedroom. Had he sensed the urgency in Dante’s tone?
“She isn’t taking her medicine,” Dante says. The wet and sticky pill that has started to dissolve is between his fingers.
“I don’t like pills.” It’s a lie, but I’m willing to try anything to get the two goons to back off.
My lie doesn’t work.
“Do you want to hold her down, or I do it, Boss?” Moreno asks.
Dante climbs onto the bed and pushes me onto my back. He takes command. He’s forceful and not the least bit kind or gentle with his rough movements.
His hips have me pinned down, and I try to ignore the fact his crotch is nestled against my heated core.
He grabs my arms and pins me down, both of my hands held above my head.