Lincoln’s POV
We dispatch the guard with surprising ease, who the hell trained these guys, it should not be this f.ucking easy to get to our mark.
We inch around the edge of the building, toward the back entrance, alert for any signs of more of Demitri’s goons, but there aren’t any. Everything about this situation feels off, there isn’t enough guards, no one seems to be keeping watch from the house, the training of the ones that are offering security is lax at best.
‘This feels hinky’ Harrison mutters, voicing my own concerns, ‘where the f.uck is everyone?’
I shrug, equally confused, I was under the impression that this gang were part of a very formidable empire, so to have so little man power is making me uneasy.
We reach the back door, Harrison taking one side as I press against the
