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I mean, I know it's definitely the most boring strip show they’ve encountered in all their lives, but I was halfway through already.
And if they’re not sending me home, they’re clearly going to...brand me—a reminder for the Anderson family that their daughter is now of no use to anyone.
I understand the connotations of a pleasure debt.The daughter will be considered tainted.No one will dare touch her after the consortium has left their mark on her.A mark is really just them...fucking her.Leaving their seed inside her body.
If she’s unlucky enough to fall pregnant, her child will be taken from her.Either way, the father can’t marry his daughter off to anyone, in and out of the mafia.She is useless to him.
Why is Flinn asking me if I’ve eaten?To fatten me up before they take my body?
“No,” I say succinctly and truthfully, watching as Flinn removes his jacket and then rolls up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt to reveal his powerful forearms, littered with veins and tattoos.
I haven't eaten in the last twenty-four hours—not since I was made the proverbial sacrificial lamb for the Anderson family.I don't think I can hold anything down now anyway.
"Good," Flinn says.
From my peripheral vision, Sinclair shifts his gaze to my open bag.Removing one hand from his pocket, he leans over and, with a single finger, picks up the scrap of fabric masquerading as a dress.
In black chiffon, with bits of lace here and there, the thing is so transparent I might as well not wear it at all if I wanted to conceal my underwear.
"Wear this."He hands me the dress, and I take it with a shaky hand."With nothing underneath," he adds softly.
Chapter Seven
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"Dinner is in an hour," Flinn says.
As they pass by me on their way out, they take the air with them, leaving me gasping for breath once the door closes behind them.
Before my knees give way, I sink onto the bed, still clutching the dress in my hand.There are three other dresses in my bag, along with some lingerie, none of which I chose.They were given to me with the directive to wear them for the head of the consortium—to please him.
Now there are three of them to please.The last men on earth I ever thought I would see again.
