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“Hey,” Kodee called, addressing the girl, Rue. “You can take my room until we figure out what we’re going to do with you. Dillon is going to go out and get you some new clothes, but if you want to take a bath or a shower in the meantime, I can find you a shirt and some boxers to wear.”

Her dress looked filthy, and I couldn’t imagine what sort of grime she’d be washing from her skin. Did she still have the trace of whichever men had come before us on her? The idea did something strange to my insides, and I pushed the thought away.

Rue turned toward us, looking tentatively between us. “I’m sorry you’ve been landed with me. I can tell you don’t want me here.”

I opened my mouth, but Dillon cut in. “It’s fine. This isn’t your fault.”

She nodded and looked back down at her hands again.

It wasn’t fine, and I didn’t want her here, but we didn’t have much of a choice right now.

“The bathroom is through there,” Kodee said, nodding toward our bathroom door. “You should have everything you need. I’ll leave you a clean shirt outside the door.”

She pressed her lips together and unfurled from the couch. Her legs were bare, as were her feet. She didn’t even have any shoes. What kind of person didn’t have shoes?

I was angry at her for invading our lives like this.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t be for too long, and then she could go back to whatever fucked up kind of life she lived, and we’d never have to see her again.

Chapter Four

Rue

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THE ATMOSPHERE BETWEEN the three men was strange.

I was fully aware my presence was contributing to the strained environment. I wasn’t used to this kind of situation. Normally, I’d have been grabbed by now, thrown into a bedroom, or simply bent over the couch. I’d squeeze my eyes shut while whoever I’d been given to penetrated me however the hell they wanted—my pussy or ass or mouth—and fucked me rough and raw. There was never any emotion involved. No tenderness or hint of being taken care of. Often, they’d either laugh when they’d finished, or they’d act disgusted, as though I was the one who’d just used them.

One thing I wasn’t normally offered was a bath and clean clothes.

Self-conscious, I stood from the couch. The door to the main bathroom led directly off the living area. I felt all of them watching me, but there was nothing I could do about it. The Capellos had given me to these men, whether they wanted me or not. They were free to do whatever they wanted with me.

Keeping my head down, I went into the bathroom, as they’d instructed. The bathroom was modern, with clean lines and only a handful of toiletries, which were all set out in a straight line, facing forward. I assumed they each had adjoining bathrooms to their bedrooms and what had been provided here was purely for guests. There were no fruity scented body washes, or bubble baths, but with three men living here, that was hardly surprising. I’d seen no trace of anything feminine so far, and from the glances and subtle touches the three of them exchanged, I thought I understood why. But if that was the case, then what was I supposed to do here? I didn’t know. All I could think was to try to fulfil my role, the same as always.

I bent over the tub and ran the water. I was ashamed at how filthy I was. My skin was streaked with dirt, and my hair was in rats’ tails. The men must have noticed, and my cheeks heated with shame.

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