Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1210

After Ridley led Zane away, Keaton snorted.

“Why are you even wasting your time with that clown? If it were me, I’d just squash him like a bug.”

To Keaton, Zane and Tarquin were leagues apart.

With Tarquin’s brains and resources, getting rid of Zane would be child’s play.

Tarquin narrowed his sharp eyes in the direction Zane had gone, a hint of cold amusement in his gaze.

“It’s not me playing games with him. Winona wants to blow off some steam, and when she’s done, we’ll finish him for good. Besides, you’re underestimating him. He’s a lot more dangerous than he looks.”

Keaton raised an eyebrow. “He’s actually a big deal?”

Tarquin nodded. “Let’s just say, most of the trouble the last few years in Burmalia involving Americans can be traced back to him.”

Keaton’s eyes widened. “He’s mixed up with those Burmalia crime syndicates?”

Tarquin gave a derisive snort.

“To put it nicely, they call it a ‘strategic partnership.’ Truth is, he’s just their lapdog, paid handsomely to do their dirty work.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Tarquin replied, “Zane is their guy here in the States. He runs a bunch of criminal gangs for them. He’s the middleman, smuggling people out—treats humans like product. Every head is just another paycheck.”

Keaton’s jaw tightened. The Burmalia gangs had ruined countless American lives over the years.

Some were lured over with lies, others kidnapped outright. Either way, once they landed in Burmalia, it was hell on earth.

If you were lucky, you’d get beaten, tortured, locked up, treated worse than livestock.

If you were unlucky, well… they’d harvest your organs and leave your body in a ditch.

Burmalia was infamous—a real hellhole.

Anyone who could work with those monsters had to be ruthless.