Page 71 of Rescued Hearts

And tossed her into a van.

A luxury van.

Sully.

Honor grabbed at Gray, her fingers digging into his forearm. He saw everything too—his stare was locked on the screen.

She’d watched it all happen but couldn’t help her sister in the least.

Now she knew how Gray felt when he watched his aircraft carrier sink.

Helpless.

Hopeless.

“Get in the front of the van,” he grated out. “We’re an hour away from Willowbrook. Dammit! I should have listened to Willow and taken the goddamn jet.”

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The minute Honor mentioned notifications from the security app, his sixth sense kicked in.

Without looking, he already knew the camera wouldn’t send a dozen notifications in about a stray cat nosing around the trash can behind Felicity’s house.

His pulse hammered as the feed loaded, the scene flickering in a series of screen captures. The car entering the garage. The door remaining slightly open. The next, terrifying moments of Felicity being dragged out by the man dressed in all-black clothing. Into a Mercedes van.

Honor was shaking so much that her teeth chattered. Gray reached over to touch her arm. Shudders vibrated into his hand, but there was nothing he could do.

During his brief call to his brothers, he barked an order to Colt, who answered the phone, to get to the house and take backup.

But that wouldn’t matter—they were long gone.

“Honor.”

She didn’t respond.

“Honor, listen to me. Could that be your ex?”

She swung her head his way, eyes wide and round with shock. His heart squeezed hard at the sight of her so shaken.

He was going to fix this. He was going to find Felicity and get her back.

“Honor, check the video. Look hard at the man. Is that your ex?”

With trembling hands, she fumbled with her phone. It took her two tries to bring up the app and three more to find the right clip of the man dragging her sister by the arm down the driveway.

Then she pulled up a photo of her ex. She angled the screen toward Gray. It wasn’t a perfect match—the footage was too grainy. But the build, the posture, they fit.

“It’s him,” she whispered, voice raw.

Gray swore under his breath and grabbed his phone again. He got Black Heart Security on the phone again. Carson didn’t answer, but Oaks did.

“It’s confirmed. Sully took Felicity.”

“We saw the footage. We’re on it,” Oaks responded without a beat of hesitation.

Gray ended the call and turned back to Honor. Her attention was fixed on the screen as if willing the scene to change. To rewind or undo it. For it to be a mistake.

He fucking wished it was that easy.

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