The door shut with a quiet click and a flashlight came on, the beam gliding over my prone figure on the bed. Footsteps sounded, and my pulse sped up in preparation for a fight, because even though I wanted them to get it over with already, I couldn’t go down without one last battle. And I wanted a fair fucking fight. It’d been a while since they dosed me with drugs, and I wouldn’t get a fair go at whichever asshole was in here if he pumped me full of them again.

A bundle of denim landed beside my head, followed by soft cotton. I sprang up and launched myself at whoever was here to drag me into another scene of torture.

“Rafe!” Jax said in a low whisper.

I let go of him and stumbled back.

He aimed the beam of light into my face. “I’m getting you outta here. Get dressed.”

I didn’t move at first, too stunned in trying to wrap my head around what was happening. Jax blinked several times, and the stress on his face, the defeat in his grievous eyes, sent a spear of dread through me.

“Is Alex…?” I swallowed hard, but I still couldn’t get the words out. If she was gone, she was in a better place now, but I about hit the ground at the thought.

“Alex is fine.” He hung his head. “Nikki’s gone. What happened to her is on me.” Taking a deep breath, Jax appeared to shake it off and gestured to the clothing he’d tossed on the mattress. “I have to end this. I’m getting you guys out of here, but we don’t have much time. The old man will be back in a few hours.”

I grabbed the jeans and pulled them on. “What’s the plan?” I asked before yanking the T-shirt over my head. My pulse pounded, and I gritted my teeth. Trusting Jax wasn’t easy, but what choice did I have?

“We need to get to the office. It’s our best shot out of here. But getting down the tunnel is gonna be tricky. I need you to pass yourself off as Cleft.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that?”

Jax shrugged out of his jacket. “He wears a hoodie just like this. Can you pull it off?” he asked. “Once we break Alex out, she’ll have to crawl down the hall. It’s the only way we’re getting out of here.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes.”

With a nod, Jax pushed the hoodie into my hands. I shoved my arms through the sleeves and flung the hood over my head, burrowing my face into the soft lining.

“Got a smoke?” I asked.

Jax aimed the flashlight at my face. “You’ve never smoked.”

“No, but Cleft does.”