Page 84 of Stolen Hearts

“Always got your six, man. Good luck.”

Denver ended the call and turned to face his brothers.

Carson slipped a fresh clip into his sidearm and slipped it along his spine. “We’re doing this?”

“Dante confirmed. She’s at her family’s estate in Jersey.” His voice was raw, stripped of everything but certainty. “We storm the estate tonight.”

Gray already had a map up on the big screen, checking the coordinates.

Willow had the baby perched on her hip. Their matching gray eyes were wide and locked on Denver. “Will someone please take the family jet already?”

Carson gave a dry snort. The joke among the family was that Willow wanted to take the jet everywhere, and would fly five miles into town for supplies if she could.

“Yes, Willow. We’re taking the jet.”

“Good,” she snapped, then relented. “Because I’m not letting you take my niece on the road.”

Denver stepped toward her, brushing a kiss over Navy’s head. The little girl squealed and reached for him, her tiny hands clamping on his old dog tags like they were her favorite toy. He kissed her again, on her forehead and then her cheek.

He lifted his gaze to Willow. “Navy won’t be going. Keep her safe for me. Guard her with your life.”

Willow clutched the baby closer. “I will.” Her voice broke.

He kissed Navy once more, the weight of his role as her father settling into his chest like armor. Then he turned and walked out the door, every step forward sharpening into a stride of purpose. Now that he knew Navy was safe, he could focus on one thing: bringing her mother back.

Theo fell in beside him, gear slung over his shoulder. “You good?”

“No,” Denver said honestly. “Not until she’s home.”

Theo nodded, jaw tight. “You’re not going alone.”

“I never expected to.”

His brothers fell in around him, linked through comms devices. Their presence meant more than he could admit.

“I’m glad you’re with me,” Denver said as they crossed the parking area to the security SUV and piled in, Carson at the wheel.

When they arrived at the airfield, Colt was there waiting. He pressed a kiss to Aspen’s forehead before joining them, leaving his life partner standing there with worry pinching between her dark brows.

The jet was sleek and ready. His brother Gray was a former Navy pilot and it was only right for him to take the cockpit, running checks, with Carson barking orders to a two-man ground team helping load equipment.

These weren’t just buddies. They were family. His blood brotherhood. It had started with SEAL Team Blackout Charlie, but it had expanded. He’d widened his circle—and the core was stronger than ever.

As the jet powered up and lifted into the sky, Denver strapped in and opened the tactical plan Dante had sent. They had a thermal scan of the estate—multiple floors, one secure room, and guards rotating through in lazy patterns. Too confident. Too comfortable. That would be their downfall.

“She’s in the study,” Denver said quietly. “Looks like she’s being watched. Cameras in all four corners.”

His blood ran cold at that. The idea of Rhae locked up, watched but isolated…it twisted something primal in him.

“We go in quiet,” Denver said to the Black Heart team as they soared above the clouds. “Drop in hard, sweep the estate, extract her and neutralize Justin, or whoever the fuck he really is. No witnesses.”

Carson looked up from the map on the laptop. “Neutralize?”

“He touched her. He doesn’t leave.”

Theo turned in his seat, brows raised. “You want this to end in blood?”

Denver’s jaw ticked. “I want this to end.”

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