A Girl In A Man's World

Fiamma

A couple of days had passed by and according to Niccolò, things with the mission had died down. Everything was resolved and now we had the whole vacation left to enjoy properly.

I had been spending these days having breakfast in the morning with Niccolò, and then going down to the beach while everyone was occupied. Although I didn't mind spending time alone, my tan was now amazing.

I hadn't seen Lorenzo since we arrived in Italy and Alessandro since the day I nearly drowned at the beach.

However, today was the party. And one thing I was sure about was that I was nervous. I was going to have to meet Niccolò's parents, who are like parents for Lorenzo and Alessandro. Then I was also going to be around people who were all in a mafia.

I mean, they could kill me, and no one would even know.

And then there was the fact that I'm a prostitute. I can't exactly tell people that, but what else could I say? Lying also made me feel bad, so I was kinda fucked.

Thoughts were spinning around in my head as I sat on the edge of my bed, going insane.

However, they were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.

"Can I come in?"

""Yeah," I say recognizing the voice.

The door opened slowly as Lorenzo peeped his head through the door before coming in.

My face broke out in a smile, and I jumped off my bed and ran up to him, throwing myself onto him for a hug.

"Where have you been?" I say, my voice muffled against him.

"Fighting bad guys and monsters," he replied.

"You idiot," I whisper as I held him tighter. "Did you win?"

"Of course, I did. They don't call me superhero for nothing."

I laugh as I pull back from the hug, before my worries settled back in.

It must have been evident on my face from what Lorenzo asked next.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm just worried about the party that's happening today."

He scoffed, "What are you talking about. You have nothing to worry about."

"What if someone asks me what I do for a living. Oh yeah, I'm a prostitute who used to be a stripper, talk about what an amazing promotion that is," I sigh in defeat as I sit on the edge of the bed and let my head fall into the palms of my hands, my hair falling forward.

The bed beside me lowered as Lorenzo sat next to me. "Is that what you are worrying about?"

"Yes," I say. "I'm a failure Lorenzo."

"No, you aren't. You are-"

"No Lorenzo. There's no need to lie and say I'm not. I left school, I left home. I became a stripper and now I am a prostitute. A fucking prostitute." I looked up; his eyes were softer than usual. "I fucked up life so badly but, it's not like I didn't know that. it's just now I have to face some sort of consequence. Shame."

He sighed, "Listen, I truly don't think it's like that. But if it upset you this much, you should have told me as soon as you were having these thoughts."

"I didn't want to bother you, because of your mission."

"It's simple, the solution. From now on, you will be the manager of either the prostitution or the stripper floor. I think you would rather prefer the prostitution floor since then you will get to see Camilla. And if anyone asks, just say you manage part of the club."