He came to an abrupt halt and gestured me to head toward the TV room. “Oh, just the little matter of the FBI descending on the Vozzina pack house and arresting everyone they found inside.”
I stumbled, nearly falling over my own feet as I whirled to face him. “What?”
He nodded, his bushy red eyebrows lifting for emphasis. “Yep. The clip of Lorenzo Vozzina getting handcuffed and perp-walked to a black SUV is all over the news channels. Come on—Gage is recording it for us.”
FIFTY-NINE
Jez
I WAS HALF-ASLEEP WHENthe others dragged me into the entertainment room, but that wasn’t the reason my brain kept stuttering over the image of a tall, square-jawed alpha in silk pajamas and a bathrobe getting dragged past a group of chattering reporters and shoved into the back of an official-looking black vehicle with his hands securely bound behind him.
“You’resurethat’s him?” I asked Knox.
Our pack leader looked similarly groggy after having been roused from a sound sleep. However, that didn’t dull the sharp edges of the smile he was wearing. “Oh, that’s definitely him.”
Gage was scrolling his phone one-handed, having passed the TV remote to Heath. This was the third time Heath had rewound the footage to show the perp-walk to the SUV, and I was pretty sure I could have watched it another dozen times without getting bored.
“Says here they scooped up everyone in the house,” Gage said, not looking away from his phone. “Thirteen people arrested, with more expected in the next few days as they follow up with other ‘people of interest’.”
“Anything yet about the charges?” Knox asked.
Gage scrolled some more. “Suspicion of interstate sex-trafficking of minors... solicitation of prostitution with a minorunder the age of fifteen... conspiracy to commit sex-trafficking... conspiracy to murder.Shit. They’re really throwing the book at him. Paolo must be singing like a canary.”
“He is if he knows what’s good for him,” Knox said grimly.
Once again, I felt a little shiver travel down my spine at the cold calculation in the pack alpha’s voice—confirming what I already knew, that I was just bent enough in the head to find Knox’s icy manipulation of Paolo a turn-on.
Gage’s eyes flicked to me, and he snorted. “Hey, Knox? You smell the way Jez’s scent changed just now? That’s how she smells when she wants to jump your bones.”
Knox cleared his throat awkwardly. I was pretty sure that if his skin was any lighter, I’d have seen his cheeks redden. Mine were certainly flaming.
“Sorry,” I said in a small voice.
“Don’t worry, it’s not just you,” Tony muttered.
“I can’t believe you pulled this off,” Heath put in. “Do you think the feds will be able to get any of those charges to stick?”
Knox looked relieved at the change of subject. “Let’s just say I’ve got deep pockets, and I intend to use those deep pockets to ensure that the Vozzina pack gets nailed to the fuckingwall.”
I swallowed the helpless whimper of arousal that tried to escape, even if I couldn’t do anything about my scent. It would be bad and wrong of me to ask Knox if he’d be willing to talk like that while he was fucking me in the heat nest, right?
...right?
Gage looked at me with a furrow forming between his heavy brows. “This is really affecting you, kitten. You too, Tony. Knox was always gonna do whatever it took to make sure these assholes pay for what they did.”
