Lincoln’s heart hammered against his ribs as he drove toward the City. He’d only heard about this place in whispered rumors at roadside bars. He didn’t have much, just a duffel bag of clothes in the passenger seat but as he crossed the city limits, he felt a surge of genuine hope.
He was a big man, broad shouldered and tall, with the kind of sharp, chiseled face that made people stop and look twice. His dark eyes were piercing, the kind that felt like they were reading your bank PIN just by looking at you. Lincoln knew he was good-looking, and he wasn't above using that to get through the front door of the Castle—the massive, fortified estate where the cartel ran their operations.
The trip hadn't been easy. He’d ditched his car miles back to avoid being tracked, finishing the trek on foo
