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Chapter 45 – Blood Ties

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last update Last Updated: 2025-10-01 15:10:03

Sienna pressed her back to the cold concrete wall, her chest heaving. Ethan’s words still echoed in her skull, ricocheting until she thought they might split her apart.

That wasn’t just some street brat… That was blood. His blood.

“No,” she whispered to the empty room, shaking her head. “No, that’s not possible.”

She remembered the boy vividly. Thin, bruised, with eyes too old for his face. She’d fought to save him that night in the ER, against protocol, against her own fear. Something about him had cut straight through her.

But Jax’s? Jax’s blood?

The thought wrapped around her like barbed wire. It didn’t make sense… and yet Ethan had said it with the kind of confidence that made her stomach twist.

The door slammed shut behind Ethan, leaving her in silence again.

Sienna slid down the wall, hugging her knees tight to her chest. If Ethan wasn’t lying—and God, how she wanted it to be another of his cruel manipulations—then she’d walked straight into a minefield.

What would Jax do if he
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