Page 73 of Stolen Hearts

“Christ!”

“A-At first, I thought she was just going somewhere with him. But then I realized she would never leave without telling someone, and she wouldn’t leave Navy. I had Navy with me or else I would have run up to the vehicle. I’m sorry, Denver!”

The room began to blur in front of him. “Go find my brothers,” he snarled.

Honor spun in a swirl of hair, jewelry and floral patterns and ran for it. Her voice rang out across the house as she called out all of his brothers’ names.

Carson hit the doorway first, eyes burning with knowledge that scared the fuck out of Denver.

“We have to check the security cameras. Rhae’s gone. Justin took her.”

As if Navy understood that her mother, her whole world, was missing, she let out a wail. He bounced her, but she only cried harder.

Willow skidded into the room. “Honor told me Rhae’s missing.” Her gaze landed on the baby. “Give her to me.”

Carson rushed to the computer monitor to pull up the security camera footage just as the room filled with more of his brothers.

“Who would fuck with the Malones?” Theo asked the question that flitted around the edges of Denver’s mind.

“Pull up the cams on the front parking lot.” He shoved through the group to reach the desk, leaning in to stare at the screen.

Carson’s fingers flew over the keys.

“Keep rolling back. Honor?”

“Right here.” Her voice wavered as she lifted her head from Gray’s chest.

“How long ago did you see her in the SUV?”

“I came to find you right away. Maybe three minutes?”

Carson ducked his head in understanding and rewound the footage to the timestamp.

The screen flickered, and there she was—Rhae. Being led out the door by Justin. She looked off. Slack in a way that made Denver’s gut knot into something cold and mean.

Honor had edged up to the desk. “There,” she whispered, pointing.

Justin opened the passenger side and helped Rhae in like it was nothing—like he wasn’t abducting the love of his life and mother of Denver’s child.

“Motherfucker!” Denver growled. “He drugged her. Look at her face. She’s not even aware.”

Willow squashed in to see. She gasped. “Oh, god… I—I saw him earlier this morning. I gave him coffee. I asked him how his day was. He—he seemed totally normal.”

Denver saw the guilt sliding into his sister’s eyes. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know what he intended to do.”

“The bastard duped all of us,” Oaks added from the other computer, not looking up from the screen as he worked some other angle. Denver didn’t know what it was, but he trusted his family like he trusted his SEAL team.

“We’re going to get her back.” His voice was cold and firm with deadly calm. The sound of it carried around the room, silencing every person in it.

He swept a glance around the room. “Where’s the rest of the team?”

“Colt was in the next town, installing a security system. Aspen’s with him. They’re on their way back now,” Willow filled them in. In her arms, Navy had settled, but her big gray eyes were homed in on Denver.

His gut squeezed like a hard fist.

I’ll get your mother back—or die trying.

The office was starting to feel too cramped. “Meet me in the ops room. Now,” he barked to everyone.

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