The Greatest Lie Part 17

"That's very sweet, but I really need to do this."

"Why does a beautiful and special girl like you forced to do this?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow. Now please, I need to get ready." I went to the bathroom and started fixing my makeup. I observed Silvio dressing in sullen silence. When I came out, he embraced me, and I let myself hug him back. I was violating the basic rule of whoring, by falling for, and letting a trick fall in love with me. But I couldn't help it.

"I will think of you every minute until I see you again."

"I can't wait."

"Goodbye, Gabriella."

I closed the door, and as returned to bathroom, I saw a note on the bedside table. It read, "You don't have to sell yourself to others." Beneath the note were two purple 500 notes.

I called Nancee's cell phone. It rang into her voicemail, and I left her a message to call me. Then, my own cell phone alerted me to a voicemail.

It was my mother, crying.

"Oh darling, I am so sorry, you were right. It was too dangerous for poor Marta, and now she's dead, shot dead after someone carjacked her, and dumped in the street in front of her mother's house. And little Alyssa is missing. Call me as soon as you can."

My trick would be at my door in five minutes, and I needed him, and all of the others, to get enough money for transportation. I was trapped in Milan, and my child was kidnapped half way around the world.

The room phone rang and a man's voice asked for Gabriella.

The non-stop hours and days of sexual adventure that I had plotted with such greed and glee now loomed before me like a dangerous ordeal. I would endure it so I could return home, to search for my missing child and mourn her dead mother. Was my father right that I was a curse to all who I cared for? I answered, "Yes, this is Gabriella. Come to room 6102."