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

All that bravado? Nowhere to be

stammered, completely floored by Tarquin's

he know what Tarquin's past really looked like? Those "years abroad for physical therapy" were a total cover. Tarquin had served in the military, worn the uniform, carried a rifle, flown

a week at the local gym and thought he was hot

unleashed another flurry of punches and kicks-this time until Zane coughed

stood over him, eyes

hands dirty dealing with you. But you just had to go and poke

your mouth again, I'll cut out

as touch Elysia, you'll

move on my wife

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

curled up on the ground, gasping for breath, not daring to

a look of pure disdain, then took a napkin

and needs to come home to recover.

to

him off with a

video of mutating

she looked up in a

"Yeah, I'm fine."