Page 81 of Rescued Hearts

Her sister was alive.

Honor leaned forward in her seat, her hands balling into fists in her lap.

Come on, come on…

She stared at the building’s door, waiting for the moment Gray and Colt would emerge with Felicity safe between them. Any second now.

Then her door was wrenched open.

A rough hand grabbed her, yanking her out of the van before she could scream.

The night air hit her like a splash of cold water, but all she could feel was the iron grip crushing her arm. The shock lasted only a second before the scent of sweat and blood filled her nose.

Her ex.

Honor’s breath was trapped in her throat as she took him in—his face was battered, one eye swollen shut, dried blood crusted on his temple. His lip was split, and his clothes were torn, dirtied with sweat and something darker.

Someone had beaten him. Brutally.

But his grip on her was still strong.

“You,” he snarled, dragging her forward.

Honor stumbled, trying to twist free, but he only tightened his hold, his fingers biting into her arm in five bruising moons.

“This is all your fault,” he seethed. His face contorted with rage, his breath hot against her cheek. “You took off. You left me with nothing. And now my partner’s pissed because he doesn’t have his diamonds.”

Honor’s stomach plummeted.

His partner. One they hadn’t accounted for.

“He’s the one who did this to you, didn’t he?” Her voice was a rough rasp. Would Gray even hear her through the comms?

Then she realized—the device had fallen out of her ear when Sully ripped her out of the van.

She was on her own.

Her ex’s face twisted, and then—hard and fast—he shoved her.

Honor stumbled back, barely catching herself before she hit the ground.

“I had a deal,” he snapped, pacing like a caged animal. “I was supposed to walk away from this with enough to disappear. But then you ruined everything. And now he thinks I screwed him over.”

Her pulse pounded in her ears.

They had assumed he wasn’t violent. That he wasn’t a real threat. But looking at him now, she realized how wrong they had been.

Hewasdesperate.

And Gray’s words echoed in her head.Desperate men do stupid things.

“Let me go.” It was a painful effort to keep her voice steady.

He laughed, cold and bitter. “So you can run back to your new boyfriend? So you can tell him how pathetic I am?”

Another shove. This time, Honor slammed into the side of the van, her breath knocked out of her lungs.

Where was Gray? His brothers?

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