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t was bad Correction It was adisaster of epic proportions

Bianca was about ten seconds fro him in the back of the head execution style Meanwhile his ex, Ta like queen bee of the western world and looking at hi at her feet

There was no way they were stillWay

“We aren’t married” He turned to face Bianca, who had murder in her dark brown eyes “This is my ex-wife and I haven’t seen her for two years”

Bianca didn’t say a single word He didn’t realize there could be sos faster than when he’d been an eight-year-old boy facing down his drunk, screa a swift backhand—or worse—snap his head back, but there was and he was staring right at it

She’d gone cold Anger stole her natural sexy heat that ignited the room and instilled everyone around her with the same brazen, balls-to-the-wall attitude she had He’d faced down hardened crihters and even his own father’s haymakers, but he’d never been as worried as he was at this moment

His gut shriveled up and his chest suddenly weighed a thousand pounds He’d had it with Bianca—had that —and now he may have lost it

For the past six months he’d avoided her questions about his past She kne breaking into the Devil’s Dip Gyed his life

Gyht theroup of fourteen-year-olds going on thirty to life, he’d started training theht title bout before everything spiraled out of control His inability to control hiuy almost backhand a woman had led to a brawl and al Taz’s ass raw—and rightfully so—after that, Freddie had a massive heart attack The old man’s death was a black stain on Taz’s soul that would never wash clean

Bianca knew all that She knew the important stuff Every other question that she’d posed, he’d answered by changing the subject—usually with his lips or hands

The time for that had past

He wasn’t a talker—never would be—and nohen he needed the words, he had none

Tamara didn’t have the same problem

She turned on her thousand-watt smile that had won her a room full of beauty queen trophies “Oh, Honey Bear, it seeot to file those nasty divorce papers I just knew you’d cohten your head out eventually” She held up her left hand and wiggled her fingers, allare off the two-carat diao “So it seems I am still Mrs Tamara Hazard, you lucky man”