He took another sip. She’d just been through a pressure cooker. He lowered the beer bottle. Hell. He had no right to make demands of her right now. They needed to talk things through.

He scanned the space for her. There was no sign of her, although she’d been in the kitchen a moment ago.

“Fuck.” Vander’s deep voice. His brother was standing at the open fridge.

Easton stiffened.

His brother turned, a note in his hand.

Easton strode over and snatched it. It was in Harlow’s handwriting.

Hugo has Scarlett

Front door.

Hurry.

Fuck. Easton’s heart stopped.

“Hey.” Scarlett wandered in. “What did I miss?”

He lunged for her. “Where have you been?”

“I fell asleep on a chair in your living area. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” She sobered. “What’s wrong?”

“Hugo has Harlow.” Easton raced for the stairs.

He heard Vander, Rhys, and the others right behind him.

The front door was ajar, and he sprinted outside. His gut clenched. “No sign of her.”

“Here.” Rhys crouched.

A broken cell phone lay on the pavement.

Easton took it. “It’s Harlow’s. Fuck!”

“Come on.” Vander jogged back inside.

They sprinted upstairs. “My office,” Easton ordered.

“Ace,” Vander called.

“Already on it.” The tech man appeared, laptop in hand. He set it on Easton’s desk.

Saxon, Rhys, and Rome stood with them.

“Where’s Harlow?” Scarlett demanded.

“Gia, keep Harlow’s mother and sister in the kitchen,” Easton said.

His sister hesitated.

“Please. We need to find Harlow and bring her home.”

With a nod, Gia herded the women back to the kitchen.

Ace pulled up Easton’s security cameras.

Easton watched on screen as Harlow headed for the door.

“She thought he had her sister. Of course, she’d go out there.” Easton turned her phone over in his hand, stabbing at the cracked buttons. Suddenly, it flared to life. He read the message. “The fucker threatened Scarlett if Harlow told us.”

On-screen, he watched her open the door. Hugo grabbed her, then punched her.

“He’s a dead man,” Easton growled.

Hugo carried Harlow to a vehicle, which was partly in view on the street.

“Dark-green, Jeep Grand Cherokee,” Vander said.

“I’ve got a partial plate,” Ace clipped. “Searching, but with only a partial it might take a while.”

“I’ll call Hunt.” Vander pulled out his cell phone.

Easton stood there, trying to get air into his lungs. Hugo was a sociopath. He had Harlow. He’d hurt her.

“Pulling up all CCTV and traffic cams in the area,” Ace said.

On Ace’s screen, Easton saw several smaller screens of footage. But this was like searching for a needle in a fucking haystack.

“Hold it together, bro,” Rhys said.

There was understanding in Rhys’ voice. Haven had been taken, and Rhys and the others had rescued her, but Rhys had struggled to deal with the terror until they had.