Jax cocked his head with a smirk, and I swore he knew what I was thinking. “Go put on some fucking clothes, okay?”

He wasn’t going to tell me shit. I’d figured as much, but I’d had to give it a shot. I backed toward the bedroom though I had no intention of doing what I was told—not so long as Rafe insisted on shutting me the fuck out. After everything we’d been through together, I deserved more than that. I let that sink in for a moment. Possibly, for the first time in my life, I not only thought I was worth something, but I believed it.

I enclosed myself in the room. Glancing at the knob, I gritted my teeth and silently cursed. No lock. The weight of time drove me, and I raided the drawers, my heart galloping behind my ribcage as I pulled out a pair of jeans. I couldn’t find any panties—not even the black satin underwear I’d removed myself the night before. In fact, all of my clothes were gone, and I had no clue what he’d done with them.

The door whispered a taunt as I jammed my legs into soft denim. Forgoing a bra, I shrugged into a long-sleeved shirt, wedged my sockless feet into a pair of sneakers, and almost expected Jax to bust into the room.

Just breathe.

Five in, hold, five out. Repeat.

The door remained shut. I listened for what seemed like forever, but I couldn’t hear anything beyond the erratic pulse thrumming in my ears. I continued my search, sliding drawer after drawer open, sifting through Rafe’s socks and underwear, pants, sweatshirts, and gym clothes—even silky, lacy lingerie in dark and sexy colors. That drawer could be fun. I pulled open the one I had yet to snoop through and my breath stalled.

Rafe had plans for me, all right.

A treasure trove of whips and paddles, dildos, clothespins, and other items I couldn’t even name lived in that drawer. He even had a standard set of handcuffs in there. I grasped the cool metal, digging beneath other perverted paraphernalia, and that’s when I discovered my purse buried at the bottom. I freed it along with the cuffs amongst a ton of clatter, and my feet carried me across the tiny space with quiet, swift steps. I dropped the stuff on the mattress and dug through my purse, hoping I’d find my gun until I remembered that I’d dropped it in my foyer after finding Rafe in my house.