Page 92 of The Virgin I Desire

“My family won't hurt you.”

“You know you can't guarantee that.”

“I will give my life to guarantee it.”

“Your life is too precious to me for you to risk it like that.”

“So is yours,” I said firmly.

“Alright, let me know where and when and I'll be there.”

“Thank you, Mikhail.” I snuggled closer to him, hugging him. “I love you.”

He stroked my hair and moved to kiss my forehead.

“I love you, too.”

I sighed with those words echoing in my head and I would fight for them even if it were the last thing I did.

Chapter thirty-nine

I had spent the rest of the night and early morning on the flight back to Moscow. Once again returning without Pietra, which made me irritable every time. I didn't mind facing anyone who stood in my way of being with her, but Pietra continued to act to intercede in relation to her family. Certainly, if I didn't feel the way I felt about her, the situation wouldn't have gotten to that point. However, I was looking forward to that party. With Marco Bellucci there, if his daughter didn't tell him we were together, I would do it myself.

I felt the plane's wheels touch the landing strip and the entire aircraft shook with the impact. I turned over in the armchair, where I was trying to sleep, somewhat awkwardly and got ready to go downstairs. The trip was certainly no more exhausting than returning without her.

I checked my cell phone in my pocket and adjusted my jacket when a flight attendant came out of the front part of the plane and came to us to open door.

“I hope you had a good trip, sir.”

“I did.” I didn't dwell on the subject.

“Great.”

I nodded.

Some men got off in front of me and I followed until we approached the cars that were already on the landing strip waiting for us.

I got into the backseat and picked up my cell phone again.

Mikhail:

Sleeping?

Pietra:

I wish.

Mikhail:

You need to rest.

Pietra:

I know. Have you already gotten to Moscow?

Mikhail:

I’ve just landed.

---