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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2021 18:52:21 GMT
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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 27, 2021 20:28:21 GMT
YOU CAN'T HIT A YOUNG LADY. That's the first thing he tells himself as Ciaran stumbles back. The Bridgerton girl was bold -- he'll give her that. Ciaran inhales a slow breath. He needs to control himself, or they'll find her body -- -- no. What would his mother say? His dark blue eyes are glaring at her with such vehemence. He is a raging bull, desperate to strike.
So he grabs her wrist and squeezes tightly. "I don't know wot got into yer head, girl." Ciaran pulls her close, nose snarling. "But if you try that again, they'll be finding you in the fuckin' Thames. Do you understand me?" He growls the last bit in Francesca's face.
Tagging: @francescab
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2021 19:38:44 GMT
Frannie could not even remember why she had fight him in the first place but now her heart was racing and she could barely breath as she stood in front of him with her hand still in the air after the strike. She could not believe she had been so bold, or so stupid. The man, man not a boy or one of her brothers, standing in front of her was twice her size so what had she done? Seeing the rage in his eyes now she was afraid but she could not speak. When he grabbed her wrist she was breathless and gasping for air. She could not even remember why she had hit him in the first place. Ciaran O'Malley |
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