"It's just ahead behind another checkpoint."Kingston slowed outside a security hut and rolled down his window and the one behind him.
The security guard didn't say a word but glanced inside the front and back. He gave Kingston a nod and the metal gate slid open to let us through.
Three SUVs were parked near one of the entrances with two armed men outside the door, waiting for us to arrive.
Zayn let out a whistle. "When did Marcos get a Maserati? Do you think it's to compensate for his missing arm?"
"He didn't own one the last time I checked." Kingston pulled several spots down from the other parked vehicles. "If things go south, I want you three to get out of there. I'll leave my key in the car."
"We aren't leaving you behind, bestie. We're a team." Zayn unbuckled his belt and popped his knuckles. "Now, let's go kick some ass."
Sullivan let out a yip and nuzzled my hand from his spot on the floor. I quickly stripped out of my clothes, thankful for it being dark and the windows being tinted.
"No rash decisions from any of you. Trevor was right behind us, and it should be easy for them to get past all the checkpoints undetected." I curled up on the seat and shifted.
Kingston and Zayn got out and Zayn opened the back door for me and Sullivan. I quickly moved under the vehicle, waiting until the perfect timing to follow them.
The two men at the door stopped them as they approached and searched them for weapons, taking their guns. Both the men eyed Sullivan suspiciously. "Marcos said to expect two males and a female. Is this one of the wolves that fight?"
"This is the female. Did he not tell you we were bringing a female wolf?" Zayn put his hand on Sullivan's head.
"A female wolf? Wow. Does she fight too?" They didn't seem to have the vaguest idea about what Marcos was up to or that wolves were shifters. They were going to be in for a surprise if anyone shifted in front of them. That would be yet another mess to clean up.
"No." Kingston gestured to the single metal door. "Can we enter now, or do you have more burning questions you need to ask?"
"Follow me." One of the guys entered the building while the other waited for the group to pass through the door to take up the rear.
I darted from under the SUV and slipped through the door before it closed. It was darkoutside, and the lights were dim in the warehouse, making me practically invisible with my speed and size.
The warehouse was huge, with ceilings at least three stories high, with industrial shelving and pallets filling most of them. It was quiet for the night, besides the occasional echo of a ship's horn coming from the water.
I kept my distance, sticking to the edges of the aisles as the men led Kingston, Zayn, and Sullivan to the far side of the humongous space, where a large door was open. There were containers stacked outside and as we drew nearer, I could see the water glistening from the lights along the edge of the dock.
So far, there hadn't been any men visible besides the ones leading us, and there were scents everywhere from workers. I hated going into a situation blind, but there wasn't much of a choice.
Voices carried in from outside, and my blood started pumping with adrenaline as the guys exited the building. Peeking outside, I saw there weren't any places I could hide. Before they spotted me, I ran and jumped onto the top of a cargo container.
I jumped along as they made it to the edge of the dock where three men in suits gathered by a large speedboat, and four other men dressed morecasually were a short distance away. Marcos was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Marcos? And who the fuck are they?" Kingston's fists were clenched at his side as they came to a stop several feet from the men.
One of the businessmen's phones rang, and he answered it in a hushed voice. "Vixen, we're in the middle of something... no, don't expect us for dinner... yes, he came behind the boat, no need to worry... love you too."
I sniffed the air and cringed at the pungent ocean scent wafting off the three men. One of them glanced in my direction, his blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly before turning back to the men he was with.
Fuck. He'd seen me, but that wasn't supposed to be possible given the lighting and my positioning on top of the container.
The man that had led the procession through the warehouse pulled a two-way radio off his belt and pressed the button. "Marcos. We have them all here."
"Did they come alone?" Marcos's voice was hard to hear through the radio, but my ears pricked with the faint sound of crying from the other side of the containers.
"Yes." Little did Marcos's men know that at least twelve coalition agents were moving in.
"Chain them up. I'd rather not take any risks."
This was the worst possible scenario. My gut told me things were about to get ugly.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
