บททั้งหมดของ Baited By My Cruel Stepbrother: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Jax’s roar shook the walls as Elara’s body went limp in his arms. Blood soaked through her shirt in a widening dark stain, warm and sticky against his hands. He pressed hard on the wound at her side, voice cracking as he shouted her name over and over. The safe house living room spun into chaos around them. Gunfire still cracked. Glass shattered. Diego returned fire from the hallway while Lila dragged Sarah behind the overturned couch.Elara’s eyes fluttered open for a second. Her lips moved but no sound came. Jax leaned close, forehead pressed to hers, whispering fierce promises that she would stay with him. His own injured side burned but he ignored it completely. Nothing mattered except the woman in his arms.The aunt’s laughter cut through the noise. She rose from behind the couch, gun raised, eyes cold and triumphant. “Family always finds a way to bleed for each other,” she said. Jax lifted his weapon with one bloody hand still holding pressure on Elara’s wound. He fired without

The car sped through early morning traffic as Diego checked every mirror. Jax kept Elara close against his side in the back seat, one arm wrapped carefully around her shoulders. Her wound still ached with every bump in the road but she refused to complain. Kai sat in the front passenger seat refreshing maps on his phone. The leaked address sat heavy between them all. Someone had given away their next hiding place and strangers were already moving.“How long do we have?” Jax asked. His voice stayed low and tight.Kai glanced back. “Maybe twenty minutes if traffic holds. Less if they took the side roads.”Elara rested her head against Jax’s chest. The steady beat of his heart grounded her. She could feel the tension in his muscles even through the thin hospital shirt he still wore.They reached the safe house just as the sun climbed higher. It was a small ranch style place on the edge of a quiet neighborhood, white paint faded and a wide porch wrapping around the front. Diego killed the

The message on Rina’s phone turned the apartment air cold. Jax read it twice before handing the device to Diego. Lila’s name sat clear in the text along with a time and a location that matched the bookstore below them. Someone still loyal to the aunt had already chosen the next move. Elara pushed herself upright on the bed ignoring the sharp pull in her side.“We get her out of here now,” she said.Jax nodded once. His hand stayed on her knee steady and warm. The heat of his touch cut through the rising fear. Outside the windows the city kept moving like nothing had changed.Lila sat on the living room couch with Sarah when they told her. Her face went white then hard. “I already put my family at risk once. I won’t do it again.”Diego locked the front door and checked the street. Kai packed the laptops in under a minute. Jax helped Elara stand. She moved slower than she wanted but she refused the wheelchair they had taken from the hospital. Every step sent a dull ache through her side

The single shot cracked through the clearing and echoed off the dry hills. Everyone froze. Jax kept Elara pressed to the floor of the car with one arm while his other hand held the gun steady through the open window. The three hunters from the dark vehicle spun toward the tree line in confusion. No one moved for three full heartbeats.Then one of the hunters dropped to his knees clutching his shoulder. Blood darkened his sleeve under the moonlight. The shot had come from the trees and it had chosen a target.Jax used the chaos. He shoved the car door open and pulled Elara out on the far side keeping the vehicle between them and the hunters. Kai scrambled after them. They crouched low in the dry grass. Elara’s wound burned with every breath but she stayed quiet and ready. Jax’s body shielded hers completely. The heat of him soaked through her clothes even in the middle of the standoff.A voice called from the trees. Male. Calm. “Walk away. This is not your fight tonight.”The remaining

The live feed on Kai’s laptop froze the room. Torres sat at a plain wooden table across from two men whose faces matched the files they had taken from the warehouse. One of them poured whiskey. Torres accepted the glass without hesitation. Jax’s hand tightened on Elara’s shoulder as they watched. The detective they had started to trust was drinking with the enemy.Elara felt the shift in the air. Every alliance they had built felt thinner now. Jax’s body stayed close to hers the heat of him steady against her side.Kai replayed the short clip twice more. The timestamp showed it was happening in real time from a location across the city. Cole leaned in and named the two men. “Old money movers for the aunt. They handle the last of the offshore transfers.”Diego paced the small cabin kitchen. “We can’t trust anything Torres has told us. The statements. The protection. All of it could be theater.”Lila sat with Sarah near the window her face tight. Elara stayed quiet for a moment processi