Page 108 of The Virgin I Desire

“I'm not a whore.”

“But you fuck him like you were.”

“I love Mikhail.”

“That bastard is not worthy of anything, much less love. I've been trying to kill him for a long time, but after finding out about you I realized there's a much more effective way to make him suffer.”

“You better not lay a finger on me.”

“Do you think I'm afraid of Mikhail?” He crossed his arms and looked at me with a mocking smile.

“I'm a Bellucci, when my father...”

“We're in Russia, girl. Your family has no power here.”

I cringed again thinking about how long I had been unconscious and what he would be capable of doing to me.

“When Mikhail killed Igor, he didn't just take away Russia's Pakhan, but my great love.”

“I don't think he was thinking about that when it all happened.”

“You shouldn't defend him.”

I wanted to say yes, that I would always defend Mikhail, but showing my love at that moment didn't seem like the best alternative. I needed to buy time, remain quiet and survive, as I was sure they would come after me.

“You know Mikhail, he doesn't care about anyone. You’re wasting your time here with me.”

“For him to risk so much, you must mean something.”

“You Russians don't care about anyone.”

“You're wrong about that, girl.”

“That's what everyone says.” I swallowed hard at the man's expression.

“Enough talking.” He advanced on me.

“Please don’t.”

“We'll see what Mikhail thinks. If he suffers it will be better, if not, I will just kill him anyway.”

“No!” I screamed when a kick hit my stomach.

I bent my body backwards and cringed from all the pain, spitting out some blood.

I asked him to stop, but the man didn't stop, I had tried to buy time, as I knew they would come to rescue me, but there might not be anything left to save when they arrived.

Andrei was consumed with anger and took it out on me, as if my suffering could somehow free him from his.

Chapter forty-nine

I stamped my feet on the floor of the aircraft, restless. My hands were shaking, and I had interlocked my fingers to avoid showing it. I had been through many situations in my life, faced all kinds of hell and defeated demons, but I had never felt so much despair.

My life had been lonely since my childhood, I didn't worry about anything or anyone, because I had no one to hold on to. Pietra was the only light in my dark life, and she seemed about to go out. However, it seemed impossible to return to that darkness without feeling that terrible emptiness.

Natasha and Mateo had discovered that Andrei, Igor's lover, was the one who had followed me to Italy with his men. The bastard was probably still thinking about the fact that I killed my brother and wanted to provoke me where it hurt most.

My plane was fuller than usual, with me there were Italians, a people that mine never thought of uniting with. I didn't see it coming either, but for Pietra I was capable of doing anything.

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