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“Exactly.”
“How did you get my number?”
“The Italians aren't the only ones with a few tricks.”
“You shouldn't be calling me. If my father finds out...”
“Only if you tell him.”
I swallowed hard and my heart accelerated even more. The right thing to do was to hang up that call and run away, handing the phone over to someone who could trace the origin of the call and get me out of the situation. However, I was being attracted to the voice like an insect to light.
“Who are you? Who is it really?”
“I think you might already know.”
“No.” I held my breath in the hope of normalizing my heartbeat, but I took a few steps back until I fell into a sitting position on the bed before my legs gave out completely.
“I'm a Russian.”
“What is your name?”
“Mikhail Orlov.”
“Orlov...” I repeated his surname, feeling my legs shaking even more. “Does that mean...”
“Yes, Bellucci.”
“You are from the main Russian dynasty.”
I might not have been up on my family's business, but that last name had the same power as mine, and I knew that the guy on the other end of the line wasn't just a simple soldier.
“Are you a prince?”
“I am the king.”
I should have been terrified when that sentence seemed to echo throughout the room, even though only I had heard it.
“I shouldn't be talking to you.”
“Maybe not, but if you didn't want to, you would have ended the call by now.”
Holy mother!I couldn't understand why his voice had such an effect on me. It was as if I was no longer able to control my body's reactions.
“I should...”
“But you won't.”
“What do you want with me, Mr. Orlov?”
“You can call me Mikhail, Pietra.”
“Mikhail...” I liked the way his name sounded on my lips and the warning of danger became even more emphatic.
“Yes...”
“Are you in Russia?”
“I am.”
