Semua Bab Bad Medicine: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Sienna’s pulse thundered in her ears. The cellar smelled of blood, mildew, and fear.The boy’s eyes—one swollen shut, the other glinting with faint recognition—locked on hers like a drowning man catching sight of a life raft.“Doc,” he rasped again, his voice cracked, desperate.Sienna’s throat closed. Every instinct in her screamed to go to him, to press her fingers to his pulse, to stop the bleeding at his temple, to keep him alive. That was who she was. What she’d sworn to do.But Ethan’s voice sliced through her spiraling thoughts.“Tick-tock, Sienna.” He leaned lazily against the wall, arms folded, but his eyes burned sharp, unyielding. “Every second you hesitate tells me exactly who you still belong to.”She forced her shaking hands into stillness at her sides.Think. Don’t react.Her father had raised her under a roof where emotions were liabilities, where hesitation meant punishment. If she broke here, Ethan would eat her alive.So she inhaled, slow and steady, and made her fa

Sienna barely slept that day, her mind a constant churn of Ethan’s words. Tell him yourself… or I will.She lay on the narrow cot in her room, staring at the ceiling, replaying every angle, every possible outcome. Jax’s face kept pushing into her thoughts—his stormy eyes, his scarred jaw, the way his voice could steady her and unmake her in the same breath.He’d trusted her. She’d sworn she wouldn’t betray that.But Ethan had her cornered, and she knew one thing with absolute certainty: if Ethan got the chance to poison Jax against her, he wouldn’t hesitate.By the time the sun dipped low, staining the sky bruised orange through the high windows, Sienna had made her decision.She’d play Ethan’s game. For now.Dinner was a blur. A plate of overcooked meat and soggy vegetables shoved in front of her, the scrape of chairs, the low rumble of men’s voices around the long table. She forced herself to eat a few bites, though every swallow lodged in her throat like gravel.Ethan watched her f

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

The chains rattled so violently that for a moment Sienna thought Jax might rip them clean out of the wall. His shoulders bunched, muscles straining, his roar tearing through the cement room like an animal caught in a trap.“If you touch him, Ethan, I’ll bury you,” Jax snarled. His voice was raw, a blade sharpened on rage.Ethan didn’t flinch. He leaned against the doorframe, calm, infuriatingly smug. “Temper, temper. You really should be thanking me. I’ve kept the boy safe all this time. Fed, clothed, tucked away nice and neat where no one else could hurt him. Not even you.”Sienna’s stomach lurched. Not even you.Her gaze shot to Jax. His face had gone stone-hard, his jaw clenched so tight she swore she heard his teeth grind. That one sentence was designed to slice him open, and Ethan knew it.“What do you want?” Jax bit out.Sienna’s breath caught. “Jax—”He ignored her, his eyes locked on Ethan like a predator ready to strike.Ethan’s smile curved wider. “Now that’s the right quest

The door groaned shut behind Ethan, the sound sealing like a coffin lid.Jax stood frozen for a moment, Ethan’s final words gnawing at the marrow of his bones. He’s already inside your club.Hellborn wasn’t just a patch. It was his lifeblood, the family he’d bled for, the men who carried him when the weight was too much. If Ethan was right—and God help him, some ugly part of him knew he was—then everything was tainted.Sienna’s hand pressed against his arm. “Jax.”He blinked, dragging his eyes down to her. She looked pale in the dim light, hair falling loose around her face, eyes sharp with worry.“Don’t believe him,” she said. “He wants you broken. That’s all this is.”“Maybe,” Jax muttered. His jaw clenched hard. “Or maybe he just told me the truth I’ve been too blind to see.”The guards yanked the door back open.“On your feet,” one barked.Jax moved, his shoulders stiff, his fists still tingling from the weight of chains. They gripped his arms hard, dragging him into the hall. The