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Greg had snapped after what Jackson had said. He’d assumed that Lara and Jackson had done stuff, had probably even slept together, but knowing that the fucker had forced her to do things, had enjoyed forcing her, broke him. He poured his fury and his heartbreak into every punch. Jackson had fallen to the ground on the second punch to his face, and Greg somehow ended up on top of him. He punched Jackson’s ribs, and the man coughed as the breath left his lungs with the hit. Greg lost count of how many times his fists made contact, but when Lucas dragged him off of the man, Jackson’s nose was bleeding, his lip was split, and there was an ugly gash that cut through his eyebrow. As soon as Lucas let Greg go, he turned around, needing to know that Lara was okay. He swore under his breath when