EPISODE 51
Morning light seeped through the half-drawn curtains, casting a golden haze across the room. But Jax woke to emptiness. The space beside him was cold, the sheets smoothed, as though Luciano had been gone for hours. The faint trace of his cologne lingered like a ghost, taunting Jax with the reminder of what should have been—warmth, closeness, certainty—but wasn’t. Jax sat up slowly, jaw tight, the silence pressing against him heavier than any noise. Last night replayed in fragments—the brush-offs, the silence, Luciano turning away instead of curling into him like he always did. Jax had told himself he’d get answers in the morning. But the morning had come, and Luciano was already gone. Dragging a hand over his face, Jax pushed out of bed. He moved through the room, his every step taut wit
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