Battling a drunk man was hardly any brainer, and Ian was thankful. There was hardly any challenge to it at all. Off-balance and clumsy lunges weren't that difficult for him to dodge. A well-placed kick targeted at Barry's side, followed by a solid punch, and the i***t collapsed in a heap on the floor like a bad habit.
“Quick,” Ian snapped two of his fingers at the omegas. “Get me some duct tape. You do have some, don't you?”
An omega with astonishingly neat ginger-red hair nodded promptly and moved away from his brothers, disappearing into another room.
Ian grunted as he dumped the Alpha on the bed and stretched him out. The omega returned with a roll of duct tape. “Here you go, Sir.”
Taping the man's hands and feet to the frame would have to work.
Depending on how angry he would be w
