Beatriz just glanced at him, her face completely unreadable.
Lucas glared right back at the other man. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
The second he had arrived, he saw Caleb and Beatriz walking out of the house together. Though a sharp pang of jealousy had flared in his chest, he hadn't immediately demanded to know who this guy was. He knew deep down how desperately Beatriz had loved him, so he convinced himself there was no way she would just jump into bed with another man this quickly.
Instead of answering, Caleb slowly let go of Beatriz's arm. He calmly rolled up his sleeves, his eyes locking onto his target.
"Since you're the reason Bea was miserable and covered in bruises, it only makes sense that you take a beating yourself. Maybe if we double the damage, your apology will
