Lincoln's POV:
Turning my head as I watched moms eyes fill with worry, I caught eyes on her.
My heart was racing, my mind running over every aspect of her that I obsessed over.
She was leaning back into her chair staring at her brother calmly, and as he reached behind him, I watched the gun be pulled from behind him.
In a quick moment, I pulled my gun out c*****g it and pointing it ready to shoot him if he even adds an ounce of pressure to that trigger.
To my surprise, Dayna had a gun to his chest, god damn this girl.
She got close to his face with a look of wisdom and courage, she said something before she dug the gun deeper.
I was ready to pull, just one ounce.
In a second, she had the grip of the gun smacked into the side of his head. He slumped to the floor knocked out and she
