Mikhail:
Okay.
I want to see you.
Pietra:
How do you expect to do that?
Mikhail:
I can go to Rome with my men.
Pietra:
And start a war with my father?
Mikhail:
If it comes to that.
Pietra:
I don't want a war with my father. I don't want you to hurt my family. Can you understand this?
Mikhail:
It looks like you don’t want to see me.
Pietra:
I do.
I shouldn't, but God knows how much I want it and that's probably why it's driving me so crazy. But we can do this better than you arriving with an army at my door.
Mikhail:
How?
Pietra:
Can you get into Italy without my uncle knowing?
Mikhail:
I have my ways.
Pietra:
I'll think of a way to get out of the house so we can meet.
Mikhail:
I will wait for your information.
I threw my cell phone aside and sank into the pillow. I was sure I had agreed to the biggest stupidity of my life. I couldn't meet him, but still, I wanted it more than anything else in the world.
Chapter seventeen