Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 704

The man was gasping for breath, terror etched across his face. Despite the chill of the season, he wore nothing but a pair of boxers, his body slick with sweat.

Sweat dripped into his eyes, stinging them, causing his eyelashes to tremble - a mix of discomfort and fear.

Tarquin lifted his hand and tore the duct tape from the man's mouth.

Immediately, the man begged for mercy. "Please, don't kill me! I'll tell you everything I know. No, wait - just kill me quickly, don't torture me, I... Ahhh!" His screams nearly blew the roof off the tin shack!

Outside, Axel and Lowell stood by the door, chatting casually as if oblivious to the horror unfolding inside.

Lowell asked, "How long has it been since Tarquin last visited?"

Axel paused, "Two years."

Lowell sighed, "Ms. Thorne was traumatized into unconsciousness. Tarquin's been beside himself with worry."

Axel, hands in his pockets, leaned against the door frame, gazing at the pitch-black ocean. He quietly listened to the howling wind and the screams from within, choosing not to respond.

Everyone has their limits, and ordinary folks' limits should never be tested, let alone Tarquin's.

heartless; some folks just had the misfortune of living in a cruel world. If

room fell silent, save for the man's whimpers and sobs. Then, even

Tarquin emerged, his hands covered

squatting to wash his

him a clean

but in too much pain to

He turned his

hands, took the towel from Lowell, wiped off, and lit a cigarette. He took a few puffs before saying coldly,

shook Lowell

Lowell eagerly asked, "Who?!"

the ash from his

He was responsible for Tarquin's inner circle. A mole among them meant he had

"Any leads?"

fact that I took Elysia to

with him, but today, feeling

"Could it have

frowned, "Only our people