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, expression

bravado? Nowhere to be found. Just raw terror

he stammered, completely floored

was shocked. How could he know what Tarquin's past really looked like? Those "years abroad for physical therapy" were a total cover. Tarquin had served

Zane? The guy took two boxing classes a week at the

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

stood over

with you.

your mouth again, I'll cut out

so much as touch Elysia, you'll

and make a move on my wife

trouble. If

gasping for breath, not daring

then took a napkin from the bodyguard nearby and

and needs to come home to recover.

to Winona? Why not just finish

cut him off with

video of

came in, she looked up in a

"Yeah, I'm fine."