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.

stalked toward him,

bravado? Nowhere to be found. Just raw

he stammered, completely

were a total cover. Tarquin had

Zane? The guy took two boxing classes a week at the local gym and thought

stopped in front of him and, without a word, unleashed another flurry of punches and kicks-this

stood over him, eyes icy

dirty dealing with you. But you just had

I hear you running your mouth again, I'll cut

you so much as touch

on my wife

the trouble. If it

gasping

a napkin

been hurt and needs to come home to recover. Deliver him to

went wide with horror. Send him to Winona? Why not just finish him

bodyguard cut him off with a punch that knocked him

at her laptop, studying a video of mutating viruses. Her face was

looked up in a

"Yeah, I'm fine."