Page 58 of The Virgin I Desire

Pietra:

I wish you didn’t.

Mikhail:

You just need to come with me.

Pietra:

I will.

Mikhail:

When?

Pietra:

As soon as we convince my dad.

Mikhail:

I don’t want to wait forever.

Pietra:

Me neither.

I love you, Mikhail.

I kept looking at that sentence until I put my cell phone in my pocket without answering it. Love didn't exist in my world, I had lived without it and hoped I would never experience it. However, the way Pietra stirred my feelings and sensations was always far beyond what I could understand.

I got on the bike and sped back to the hotel where I was staying with my men.

I had managed one night with her, satisfying my desire to have her, but it still didn't seem like enough.

An alliance with the Italians?

I don't think a Russian had ever thought of that, I didn't think it was possible. We were too different. Each one acted in their own way, and we treated business differently. The rivalry was almost part of our existence, and I didn't know what it would be like if it ended.

Was I willing for Pietra?

I believed that love was a feeling manufactured to sell, but it was even worse, shit made us lose our minds.

I parked the motorcycle and went up to one of the rooms where my men were. One of them opened the door, rubbing his eyes, I saw cards and vodka on the floor, a sign that I wasn't the only one who had enjoyed the night.

“Boss?”

“Get yourselves together.”

“Yes.”

“We have to go back to Russia.”

As much as I wanted to be here, to have Pietra and be with her, I needed to sit on my throne and show who was giving the orders before my position was threatened. I wasn't the most beloved Pakhan, due to my origins, but I’d make them respect me. I needed to think about how much my proximity to the Italians would affect this.

Chapter twenty-six

I rolled over in bed as the first rays of the sun entered my room. I hadn't slept at all last night, but that was the least of my worries.

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