50 Chase
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REALIZING THE SITUATION, all I saw was red.
I began swinging, first hitting Jason in the chin with an upper cut, followed by a left hook to his cheekbone. I hit him damn hard but it didn’t bring him down. With a roar of anger, he began fighting back, punching me in the stomach and then eventually in the temple. Having already been injured, the pain was so intense, I couldn’t see straight.
“Enough!” Bruce hollered, getting between us. “Knock it the f**k off.”
“Call the police,” I said to him. “Now.”
“Yeah. Do that. You took the first swing—and not to mention, you’re trespassing,” Jason snapped.
I glared at him. “Are you really that much of a moron? You’re going to jail. For assaulting Mackenzie.”
“I didn’t assault her,” he replied. “Do you see any bruises? Did you
