To Love A Wild Irishman

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Cassandra had never been so thoroughly irritated in her life. This Morgan and his two large-bodied, small-brained pals had quickly destroyed her nerves and they were currently gnawing on the very last one.

All she had heard all day was how they were going to 'have fun with her' and 'make Finnegan pay'. Morgan had gone on and on about how Finnegan had stolen his wife away from him and how his heart had broken, blah, blah blah. Honestly, her first time being kidnapped and it was by a moping little crybaby?

Cassandra had been frightened when she'd first awakened and realized she was bound and gagged and tossed over the butt of a horse riding through one of the rare thick forests that this landscape offered. She had been frightened when she'd seen the rickety and rather spooky looking cabin that they were now residing in. She had been frightened when the biggest of Morgan's men had sniffed at her hair the first time but now?

Now she was irritated, her hand was tied to the brass bed post, her wrist was sore, her head was pounding from the blow she'd taken and her body hurt terribly from being jostled against that horse for so many hours. Morgan's incessant vocal autobiography was not helping her in the least.

"Would you please cease speaking?!" she exclaimed. "My head is already pounding from the whack you gave my skull and your whining is only worsening my pain!"

"You'll watch how you speak to me," Morgan warned. "And it wasn't I that hit you in the head; it was Nick and he wasn't supposed to. I was fully prepared to use chloroform," Morgan pointed to a glass jar and rag on the small table beside the front door. "But he hit you before I was ready."

Cassandra turned to glare at Nick, the taller of the two soft minded thugs that Morgan apparently kept with him at all times. "Oh yes, the sniffer."

Nick shrugged. "I like to smell things."

"What am I doing here?" Cassandra demanded as rain pounded on the roof and a storm raged in the distance. "If you're going to violate me in an attempt to pay Finnegan back then I wish you get it over with already so that I may return to town and a bed that does not smell of mildew and mold."

Of course Cassandra was bluffing. The though of being violated filled her with fear and caused her stomach to clench violently but she wasn't going to let these men know that because she had a feeling Morgan was bluffing as well. She did not truly believe that he had any intention of forcing her to lay with him or anyone else. They had been sitting in this cabin for hours and so far all Morgan had done was lament about the unfairness of his life.

"Are you eager to be bedded?" Morgan sneered, as he sat down upon a rickety chair that creaked and sagged beneath him.

Cassandra hid her shiver the best she could. "I simply do not see what bedding me will solve."

"It will show Finnegan exactly how it feels to have someone take what is his!" Morgan exclaimed, clenching his fists tightly on the arms of the dusty chair.

"From what I have heard Finnegan did not take a thing; it was freely given to him," Cassandra countered. Nick and Ben chuckled quietly but stopped the second Morgan glared at them.

"Finnegan knew she was my wife and he simply did not care. He took her and then he threw it in my face so I would know she preferred him over me."

Cassandra made a mental note to kick Finnegan directly in the backside whenever she figured a way out of this and made it back to him. She loved her husband but at times he was truly more trouble than he was worth.... So perhaps that wasn't true; Finnegan was worth every bit of the trouble or else she wouldn't have married him. But he still deserved one good swat for what he'd done with Morgan's wife.