Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1362

Tarquin pressed his lips together, his eyes burning with a mix of pride and hate.

His parents had given their lives because of the real Gen-8 virus.

They died saving their people.

That made him proud—damn proud.

But thinking about those foreign powers who plotted against them made his blood boil with rage.

Stepping out of the Lucian family’s mansion, Tarquin paused at the front gate and stared straight into the security camera.

“If you want the real Gen-8 virus, come and get it,” he said, his voice cold. “Let’s talk face-to-face, if you’ve got the guts.”

This was meant for the mysterious watcher. Tarquin was sure the guy was keeping tabs on Lucian’s place.

He’d played defense for too long. It was time to go on the attack—not just to take down the shadowy enemy, but to blow their whole operation sky-high.

Anyone who hurt his country deserved to pay.

Outside, Tarquin found Axel leaning against the car, arms crossed. Axel didn’t say much—he never did—but he shot Tarquin a look, clearly picking up on his mood.

Tarquin stood next to him, tempted to pull out a cigarette. He stopped himself, remembering how much Elysia hated the smell.

With his hands shoved in his pockets, Tarquin stared at the street and asked, “If you found out someone close to you betrayed you, would you ever forgive them?”

Axel’s reply was icy. “Never. Showing mercy to an enemy is cruelty to yourself.”

Tarquin narrowed his eyes at Axel, then smirked. “You’re right.”

With a deep breath, Tarquin opened the car door and slid into the driver’s seat. He called over, “Hop in. Lucian doesn’t need watching tonight. Go home, get some rest. Tomorrow, come ski with us.”

“Skiing?” Axel raised an eyebrow. “What about Sabrina Stevenson and Zane? We’re just letting them go?”

Tarquin shook his head. “If we’re always hovering, they’ll never make a move. Let’s back off, give them room. Don’t worry—I’ve got it covered.”

Elysia looked worried. “What’s the plan with the antidote? I heard Sabrina and everyone from the Medical & Pharmaceutical Association are infected.”

Tarquin shrugged. “Don’t stress. There’s an antidote, nobody’s dying.”

“But how are you getting it to them?”

“Benjamin Lawson will handle it. Trust me, no one’s going to suspect your grandma or you.”

Elysia let out a sigh of relief.

“One more thing—did you see the news about Zane and Winona? Winona totally wrecked Zane, and now Priscilla is threatening to press charges against her.”

Tarquin grinned—he actually enjoyed hearing that. He couldn’t stand Zane.

He snorted, “Let her try. If she does, the cops will go for her son first. They’ve got no proof it was Winona. Don’t worry, Zane’s not that stupid. He won’t let his mom sue.”

Then something clicked. Tarquin turned to Elysia and asked, “Wait—how’d you hear about Zane getting taken down? Did Winona tell you herself?”