Page 19 of The Virgin I Desire

“I learned what was necessary.”

“I can see that.” He paused a little, analyzing me better before continuing the subject. “Do you know who attacked you today?”

“I don't know them, but they must be members of some local gang or soldiers under someone's orders. They reminded me of my mother's origins like everyone does.”

“We Russians are traditional and conservative, as you well know. The fact that your mother is not a woman of good origins weighs against you, but her actions redeem her origins. In addition to being the only living Orlov. I'm sure that with time, they won't care who your mother was anymore.”

“I hope so.” I snapped my fingers, seeing the tattoos on my phalanges and looked back at the counselor. “I want you to gather the leaders from all over Russia so I can introduce myself. They need to know who is calling the shots now and that business will go on as usual.”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. That’d be all.” I pointed to the door, he nodded, and left.

There was a painting of my father and I looked directly at it as soon as I was alone. I wondered if he knew Igor's secrets andif, in a way, he hadn't acted against our feud because he expected what happened after his death. However, my questions would never have answers.

I took out my cell phone and saw Pietra's number that Natasha had gotten for me. Getting that girl out of the whorehouse had been a good investment, because I didn't know if I could find someone else who would be able to infiltrate the Bellucci system and get the restricted number of the boss' daughter. In addition to masking my contacts so that they wouldn't raise suspicions.

I wanted to talk to the girl, and until I thought of a safe way to get to Italy and meet her in person, the phone was the only way.

Mikhail:

Hello!

I sent the message and many minutes passed without any response. There was a chance she didn’t want to talk to me, or worse, reported my contact to her father. Going after her was risky and a very dangerous attitude. I could be throwing a match into dry straw and starting a huge fire, but at the same time I wanted her and was willing to take the risk.

Pietra:

I thought you weren't going to try to talk to me anymore.

Mikhail:

I told you we would speak again.

Pietra:

Aren’t you afraid?

Mikhail:

I’m not afraid of anything.

Pietra:

You should be.

Mikhail:

Of your father?

Pietra:

Yes.

Mikhail:

He is the one who is probably afraid of me.

Pietra:

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