Chapter 232

I stood there, completely stunned, watching Ronald Wright beat the crap out of Lucas Moore like he was out for blood. He wasn’t just hitting him—Ronald looked like he wanted Lucas dead. My heart clenched hard. Was he insane? "Ronald Wright! Stop! He’s gonna die!" I painfully pushed myself up, my lower back aching like crazy as I staggered over. When I caught sight of Lucas’s bloody head and how he was barely conscious, I panicked and quickly grabbed Ronald’s arm. "You can’t keep hitting him like this! Just call the cops—if he sues you, you’ll end up in jail!" If Ronald really got locked up because of this, I’d owe him big time—and I didn’t want that. All I ever needed was for him to make the call, not get vengeance for me. I never asked for that much. There’s no reason for him to be this involved—I mean, we’re divorced. When Paul Allen rushed over, his jaw practically hit the floor. "Mr. Wright!" Ronald turned to me, eyes cold and sharp. "Did he hurt you somewhere else?" I sure wasn’t