Her disappearance wasn’t going away on its own. “I have to find out what happened to her, Jax. Maybe I should talk to Abbott.”

“Are you insane? You were convicted of raping his daughter. You can’t just knock on his door and say, ‘Hey, how’s it going? By the way, have you seen your dead daughter lately?’”

“No shit.” With a sigh, I sank both hands into my hair and pulled. “But I’ve gotta do something. I’m responsible for her.”

“No,” Jax said. “I’ll do something. I’ve already been looking into it. You stay away from this.”

I studied his profile. Shaggy blond hair brushed his brows, and the scruff on his face, combined with a crooked nose, gave him an unkempt look. He managed to pull it off. How could I have shared a cell with this guy and not remember him? “You’d do that for me?”

He swept his hair back from his eyes. “I’d be dead if it weren’t for you. I’ll always have your back.”

11. Cut - Alex

11. CUT - ALEX

Under the influence of pure ignorant bliss, I’d slipped up and called him Rafe. The silence that blasted from Zach was so loud, I cowered in the corner with my hands over my ears.

Time was an elusive concept while high. I had no idea how long I’d been sitting like this. I vaguely recalled dragging myself across the floor, far, far away from the rage surging through the veins cording his arms. I peeked through the messy curls obscuring my sight and found him hunched on the bed, his head clutched in his hands. I swiped the damp strands from my face.

“Zach—”

He jumped to his feet, and I shrank against the wall, pressing so tightly I felt as if I could melt through to the other side.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the nightstand and came toward me, the floor quaking with every stomp of his feet.

“Drink this. As soon as you crash, I’ll deal with you.” When he stalked across the room and slammed the door, the vibration rattled through my bones.

I was already crashing. Crying out one man’s name while another fucked me had a dousing effect on the high. Unscrewing the cap, I sat up straighter and brought the mouth of the bottle to my lips. God. So fucking thirsty. Unable to sit still any longer, especially since he’d left me alone, I stood and wandered toward the bed as I emptied the bottle.