grasped the male’s arm as it flew haphazardly through the air, pulling it behind his back so he could cuff it to the other one he held beneath his knee. It couldn’t be comfortable having a six foot four, two hundred and forty pound male put his knee in your back, but it had to be done.
Taze felt a bit of compassion for the rogues they were rounding up. They were being brainwashed into doing the deeds of some greedy motherfuckers. He hoped they would get clean and learn to live happily in Colorado with the new alpha after they were shipped there to be reformed with the tiger alpha’s, Gabriel Jackson’s, blood.
Storm hauled Taze’s guy into an upright position and raised a brow. “You good?”
“Never better,” Taze replied after stretching his jaw. “That one might be Guardian material.”
“You’re not right in the head, boy,” Storm drawled as he jerked the rogue in the direction of the transport van they would use to take them to the airport where a plane was awaiting them.
The FBI had come through with two planes running rotations to get the Gadaí to Colorado as quickly as possible. The males and females were put in a holding area at the airport until the end of each shift.
Evie whispered to the female wolf whom she’d captured, and Taze moved further away to give them some privacy. He’d noticed how the female had taken to calming them down as much as possible before putting them in the van. He’d overheard her one night, promising a female that the voice inside her head would stop controlling her once she was on the ground in Colorado. He respected the hell out of Evie for the job she was doing.
There were only three females currently working with them. Jade, Evie, and Hope were exhausted, but they rarely took a day off. They needed more female Protectors. Calla still refused to join them, and he knew Evie had tried her hardest to get the female to rejoin them, but like all the times he’d pushed her, Calla had stood her ground.
A text from Agent Tabor rang on all of their phones. There was some activity south of their location. Lucky closed the rear door to the van and shook his head. “I’ll get them to the airport and meet up with you as soon as I can.”
The three of them took off on foot. When they arrived, Agent Tabor’s blacked-out SUV was sitting at the corner. He slid out of the vehicle and met them on the sidewalk.
“What’s going on?” Storm asked. The tall, blond Guardian angled his body protectively close to Evie. Storm was an old school Guardian, and Taze knew he did it out of habit and nothing else. Evie could take care of herself. She’d proved that many times over.
“We may have found a Khat house,” Tabor answered, pulling his phone from his pocket. “The address is about a mile away, and our sources believe it is a distribution point for the drug. If that’s the case, we could cut off the dealers and shut this one down.”
“So, you believe the Amburos take the Khat to this house so it can be distributed to the alpha?” Taze felt excitement, and the news brought with it the bit of adrenalin he needed.
“We do,” Tabor said with a nod. “Right now, it looks like there is a guy holding up in the house. We want to take him down, but we don’t know if he’s human or shifter.”
Tabor took a moment to show them aerial photos of the house, noting the main front and back doors. The yard was fenced, but a drainage canal bordered the property. With ease, the guy could jump that fence and use the canal to escape. The house was owned by a leasing company that had had its fair share of complaints. Slumlords were a dime a dozen in south Memphis, and this place appeared to be owned by one.
“Evie,” Storm began. “I need you in that canal. There is no proof of females at this location, and it’s best to keep you away from the male if he is a shifter.”
“No problem,” she replied, reaching into her pocket for the gloves she wore when dealing with the rogues. Her protective gear was in place except for the facemask she used when apprehending them. She’d pull that up once they were in place. To anyone else, the female looked like a crook when she was