“Wait.” Easton waved a hand. “Rewind.”

Vander froze the image on the couple again.

“She looks unsteady,” Saxon noted. “Had a few too many drinks.”

“Her shoes. Those are Harlow’s shoes.” Easton had watched her put the damn things on. “The redhead is Harlow.”

“Fuck,” Rome exploded. “And the blonde must be the redhead who went in.”

Vander pulled out his phone and thumbed it. “Ace, I’ve got pics of a man and woman I’m sending your way. Looks like they drugged Harlow, then took her out of the bar. I need you to find them.”

Drugged? Easton stared at the image, at the way the woman had stumbled against the man, and the way the man appeared to be holding her upright. His hands balled into fists, his torn knuckles stinging.

Vander stepped in front of him. “I’ll find her.”

“Shit, Vander—”

“We don’t know who’s got her. There are no signs that she is in immediate danger.”

“There aren’t any signs that she’s safe, either.” Easton turned and punched the wall.

“Do I need to lock you in my office?” Vander asked.

“No. I want to help find her.”

Vander lifted his chin. “Let Ace work his magic. We’ll find these assholes, and then we’ll find Harlow. Meanwhile, I need to make a few calls.”

They headed back into the bar. Gia’s face was pale and pinched. Haven had an arm wrapped around her.

“Harlow?” Gia asked.

“Working on it.”

“Oh, Easton.” His sister hugged him. “She’s tough. I get the impression she could organize a war and not get flustered.”

“Yeah, but I think her entire freaking family leans on her. They let her take care of everything.” He ground his teeth together. “I promised her that I’d keep her safe.”

“She’ll be fine. You have to believe that.”

“Can you get her handbag? Grab her keys and go to her place. I want you to pack her some clothes. Enough for a while. Then drop the stuff at my place.”

Gia smiled. “Is she moving in?”

“Yes.” As soon as they found her. “I’m heading to Vander’s office.”

Vander had bought a warehouse in South Beach to house his business. He’d gutted and renovated it to turn into the Norcross Security offices.

The bottom level was a garage, along with holding rooms and a large gym. The main level consisted of glassed-in offices for his team. The top level with a roof terrace was Vander’s living space.

Easton ruthlessly controlled himself as he drove to the Norcross warehouse. He waited for the garage door to open, drove in and parked, then jogged up the stairs.

He made a beeline to Ace’s office.

The man’s domain was a windowless room covered in computer screens.