Chapter 29
Their lives continued in this way, Bridgett growing to love him more every day as her secret grew inside, Marcus enjoying her open and willing body every night. All seemed to be going as it should, until one morning Marcus was greeted by grievous news. O’Flagnery’s men had taken another twenty head of cattle leaving a message nailed on a post for him. ‘You owe me!!’ it read. Crumpling it into a ball, Marcus threw it into the fireplace. “Damn him”, he swore, slamming his fist into the top of his desk. “Damn him to hell!!” As rage flooded through him, Marcus started towards the door aiming his rage at Bridgett, the bastards’ granddaughter, but opening the door he saw Erica sweeping the hall. Sweet Erica, whom he didn’t have to teach, Erica, who knew how to please him in more ways than an
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