Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 929

Keith and Tarquin had their roles down to a science. Keith kept his eyes glued to Baby, ready to swoop in when the moment was right.

Tarquin, on the other hand, was the decoy, duking it out with the thugs!

Tarquin fought with a ferocity and precision that could only be likened to a raging bull!

The man stood hands behind his back on the second floor, his focus never wavering from Tarquin.

Today, his main interest was indeed Tarquin.

He watched, unbothered, as Tarquin brawled with a bunch of goons, as if he were watching a theater production.

A red laser dot danced around Tarquin, the sniper poised and ready, yet he never gave the order to shoot.

Even more so—

When he sensed Tarquin was in danger, he'd even shout out a warning, urging Tarquin to watch his back.

And when Tarquin landed a solid hit, he'd clap and cheer, clearly entertained!

Tarquin noticed his odd behavior and, after taking down a few more of the thugs, glanced up at him before the next wave descended.

His gaze was deep, his expression unreadable.

The man met his gaze and chuckled, 'Heh, heh.'

He waved his hand, signaling the thugs to hold off, and said to Tarquin,

"Tarquin, long time no see."

At that, a flicker of surprise crossed Tarquin's face. "You know me?!"

From the shadows, Baby's voice rang out, her eyes still shut, "Mr. Handsome, Mr. Handsome!"

Tarquin's heart clenched, and he reassured her quickly, "It's me! Don't be scared, Baby."

"Baby's scared, waaa..."

"Don't worry, don't worry. Mr. Handsome is here, you don't have to be afraid!"

"Daddy?"

"…He's here too. He's with me. We'll get you out of here soon, Baby. Just keep your eyes closed, don't open them."

"Okay." Baby's voice, small and tearful, tugged at the heartstrings.

"Heh, heh." The man's laugh was sinister. "Interesting, your own daughter calls another man daddy. Doesn't that upset you?"

Just as Tarquin was about to speak, the man continued,

"Before you die, though, I want to play a game with you, to mark our acquaintance. What should we play? How about self-harm? The game you loved as a kid, sound good?"

Self-harm!

Tarquin's brow furrowed in concern, "!"

The man chuckled, "Curious how I know? I understand you better than anyone, Tarquin."

Tarquin's breathing became labored!

After his parents died, he was taken in by the Bradford family. The pain of missing his parents, coupled with external torment, made his life a living hell.

But he couldn't die. He had to live, to avenge his parents!

Whenever he couldn't bear the immense psychological pressure, he'd hurt himself for relief!

But this was a deeply personal secret. How did he know?

"Who are you?!"

"Heh, heh, who am I, indeed? You'll have to guess. If you can't figure it out, oh well. Let's just play our game."