He nods. “Yeah. And I came really fucking hard.”
I squeeze my legs together. I can’t ignore the ache in my pussy.
“I fully intend to return it to its rightful owner when we get home. I want to see how you use it on yourself,” he adds, his voice rough,
My cheeks burn. “You might have to gag me. I don’t think I can do quiet.”
He tips his head back slightly as we stop at a red light. “I’m about to pull over if you keep talking, baby.”
I smile, heart full, body humming.
This is the Drago I love. The man I trust. The one I choose.
“You’re in charge, Drago,” I whisper. “…Sir.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
Drago
Song- Look To Windward, Sleep Token.
It’s been a long as fuck morning in Inferno, going over details of the peace talk. Tatiana sent confirmation that the Preacher will be in attendance.
All I could think about was the fact that I could still taste Lily on my tongue from last night. And how wrong it felt sneaking out of her room and into my own before Lev woke up.
That’s the next truth reveal to come.
Locking my car, I sprint for the front door. Six men from each side will be allowed inside the church. All weapons are to be left at the door.
The rules outside of the talks? They don’t exist, which means we’re planning for every eventuality. Every double-cross. Every bullet that could come from the shadows.
That’s where Enzo comes in. He’s enlisted every mafia family he has ties with. Mikhail Volkov and his Vegas crew. Frankiewith his New York men. Even Hunter Sterling and his cowboys from Arizona.
And as an added gift? Enzo’s own family.
No one really knows much about them. They rule Chicago under Xander, but they’ve got men in Italy, too. Pennsylvania will be a warzone in three days.
No one breathes in this city without us knowing.
And the tension is clear. An underlying fear sits just beneath the surface, because we all have something to lose now.
Wives. Families. Children. Friends.
We aren’t going after the Preacher for our own gain. It’s the opposite. We’re risking everything, including our lives, to stop this monster from trafficking more women and kids across the United States… and probably across the world.
We do bad things. We run arms. Drugs. We kill whoever gets in our way within our world. This empire was founded on blood. But not the blood of the innocent.
The Preacher stands for everything we despise. He’s hurt people we love. And now it’s on us to end it.
A few years ago, this would have excited me. Looking death in the eye and spitting in his face was a thrill.
Now?
Now I just want to race home to Lily and hold her, because I don’t know how many mornings I’ve got left.
We like to think we’re immortal. We aren’t. We’re fucking human. And I’ve used up just about all my free lives. This is the last war I will ever be involved in. I just need to survive it. I can almost taste my future.
My time might be running out, but I won’t let Lily see that.
