I lightly brush his cheek near the cut with the tips of my fingers. “Will I end up nailed to a wall, too?”
Drago releases his hold on my hair and trails his knuckle along my jaw. “You will definitely end up pinned to the wall. Many times, mila moya.”
“But no nails?” I smirk.
He leans forward and places a kiss on my lips. “No.”
“I’m sorry, Drago,” I whisper into his mouth, then remember he can’t hear it. Leaning away, I make sure he can see my lips and say it again. “I’m sorry for lying to you. I didn’t share anything important with the don, I swear.”
“Why not?”
I shrug. “It just didn’t feel right.”
“Because?”
“Because I like it here. I like Keva, the girls, your men . . .”
Drago’s jaw clenches. He grabs the back of my neck and squeezes.
“You are not allowed to like my m
