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,

Nowhere to be found. Just raw terror

completely floored

physical therapy" were a total cover. Tarquin had served in the military, worn the uniform, carried a rifle, flown

at the local gym and thought he

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

over him,

you. But you

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

touch Elysia, you'll lose

make a move on my wife again? That's a

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

ground, gasping for

him a look of pure disdain, then took a napkin from the bodyguard nearby and wiped his

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

horror. Send him to Winona? Why not just finish

the bodyguard cut him off with a punch that knocked

at her laptop, studying a video of

looked up in a hurry.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

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