Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1233

He wasn't afraid to take on Tarquin, not even a little!

Zane stormed forward, all puffed-up bravado at least until—

Before he even got close, Tarquin landed a brutal kick that sent him flying across the parking lot!

It was only when the fists actually started flying that Zane realized just how outmatched he was.

Tarquin moved fast-crazy fast. Every punch was solid, every move precise.

Forget fighting back-Zane couldn't even dodge. He caught punch after punch square in the face, barely able to keep his balance, when suddenly Tarquin swept his leg out from under him.

Zane hit the ground hard, knees first, with a sickening thud.

Tarquin loomed over him, face cold as stone. He didn't hesitate—another hard kick, this one straight to Zane's ankle.

There was a nasty crack, and Zane howled in pain. "Aaaagh—!”

Tarquin wasn't done. He landed a fierce kick to Zane's ribs, sending him skidding across the gravel.

Zane felt something snap-probably his ribs. He tried to catch his breath, but it was like breathing through broken glass.

toward him,

All that bravado? Nowhere to be found. Just raw terror in

stammered, completely floored

Tarquin's past really looked like? Those "years abroad for physical therapy" were a total cover. Tarquin

The guy took two boxing classes a week at the local gym

and, without a word, unleashed another flurry of punches and kicks-this time until Zane coughed

Tarquin stood over

my hands dirty dealing with you. But you just had

hear you running your mouth again,

as touch Elysia, you'll lose

and make a move on my wife

worth the trouble. If it weren't for certain reasons, you'd be long

the ground, gasping for breath, not

took a napkin from

Winona. Tell her her husband's been hurt and needs to come home to recover. Deliver him to

Send him to Winona? Why not just finish him

he started, but the bodyguard cut him off with a

studying a video of mutating

Tarquin came in, she looked up in a

"Yeah, I'm fine."