The Boss called Lincoln back into his private office, his cold eyes scanning the big man. Even though he was trying to act like he didn’t care, the Boss was already sold on Lincoln’s build and the way he’d just handled those three guards in the gym.
"Alright, let's try this again. What’s your name?" the Boss asked, shifting in his heavy leather chair.
"Lincoln," he replied, giving a respectful nod.
The Boss narrowed his eyes. "And where do you come from, Lincoln?"
Lincoln knew he had to be careful about his history. "I’m from the Valtoria district, over on the coast," he said, keeping his voice steady.
The Boss didn't say anything, but there was a flicker of genuine interest in his look. He leaned forward, trying to intimidate the younger man. "And why should I let a guy like you anyw
