Semua Bab Bad Medicine: Bab 31 - Bab 40

For one heartbeat, silence.Sienna’s pulse thrashed in her throat, Harper’s bloody grin seared into her vision. Your father knows you’re mine now.Jax’s knife pressed to Harper’s skin, but his other hand was firm at her waist, dragging her half behind him. He was solid, immovable, ready to cut down anyone who tried to touch her.Ethan’s stance was rigid too, but his eyes were on her — searching, pleading.It was too much. The salt air stung her nose, the pier boards creaked under their weight, and every nerve in her body screamed for escape. The world shifted before she could speak.Headlights blazed across the water — beams cutting through the fog like blades. Engines rumbled, low and menacing, and a convoy of black SUVs rolled down the pier road.“Shit,” Jax muttered, hauling her back toward the shadows. “That’s not my men.”E

The gunshot tore through the night.Sienna’s scream ripped out of her before she even knew she was making it. The crack echoed off the dunes, sharp and final, and Kelly’s body jerked like a marionette with its strings cut.“No!”Sienna clawed at the sand, scrambling toward her friend, but Jax’s arm locked around her waist, dragging her down into cover.“Stay low!” he roared, his voice vibrating against her spine.Kelly collapsed into the dunes, a crimson stain spreading fast against her soaked shirt. Her breath hitched, ragged, wet.The sniper’s laser flicked across the sand, hunting.Ethan was already moving, pistol raised, firing blind into the darkness where the shot had come from. “We’re pinned! Move, move!”Jax cursed, hauling Sienna with him as they sprinted behind the jagged outcrop of rock. Sand sprayed her face as bullets stitched the ground where she&rs

The night smelled of roses. Not the soft, romantic kind, but a heavy, choking perfume that clung to the air, masking the stench of gun oil and smoke.Sienna tightened her arms around Kelly’s limp body, feeling every shallow rise of her chest against her own.Her father’s smile never wavered as he stepped forward, silver hair gleaming under the floodlights. He was older now, but no less terrifying. His presence filled the pad, every guard braced like his shadow.“Bring her inside,” he ordered smoothly.It wasn’t a request.Two men rushed forward, reaching for Kelly. Sienna spun away, teeth bared. “Don’t touch her!”Her father’s laugh was soft, like she was a child throwing a tantrum. “Still so fiery. You’ll burn yourself out, daughter.”“I’m not your daughter,” she spat, clutching Kelly tighter.Something flickered in his eyes—disappo

Pain was a bitch.It chewed at Jax like an old enemy, gnawing in waves from the cracked ribs, the bruised jaw, the gash across his shoulder that had been stitched in some backroom by hands that didn’t care if he lived clean or infected.But pain also meant he wasn’t dead. And as long as he wasn’t dead, he had a shot.He shifted on the narrow cot, chains clinking at his wrists. Not heavy ones—mocking ones. Enough to remind him he was caged, but not enough to stop him from pacing the small square of concrete floor.His boots scuffed against stone. He hated that sound. Hated the four walls pressing in, hated the single strip of light buzzing overhead, hated the smug bastards outside the door who laughed sometimes like they were already celebrating his funeral.He hated most of all that Sienna didn’t know if he was alive.Or maybe she did. Maybe she was upstairs right now, torn to pieces trying to figure out how to reach him.He’d told her he’d protect her. And here he was, chained like s

Sienna’s pulse thundered as Ethan stepped into the office, closing the door softly behind him.The sound of that click was louder than a gunshot.Her hands rested on the edge of her father’s desk, fingers still brushing the file she’d barely shoved back into place. She prayed he hadn’t noticed.But the way Ethan’s eyes narrowed told her he had.“What are you doing in here?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.Sienna forced herself to breathe evenly, to keep her face smooth. “I could ask you the same thing.”Ethan’s lips twitched into something almost like a smile, but not a kind one. “This isn’t your wing of the house anymore, Sienna. You don’t belong in this office.”“Maybe I was looking for my father,” she shot back. “Is that a crime?”His gaze flicked to the desk, then back to her, sharp as a scalpel. “Depends on what you were hoping to find.”Her throat tightened. He knew. Or at least, he suspected.And if he told her father—She shoved the thought down. Panic was useless. She