Jacob's POV
“Why did Louis have to choose a brothel of all places,” I muttered under my breath.
There I stood in front of an adequately sized building. I'll rephrase. There I stood, hands in my pocket, looking from side to side before my eyes finally came to focus on the doll house that stood in front of me. Outside the building stood a scantily dressed woman casually smoking a cigarette.
I don't like it when women smoke around me. It didn't add to their overall appeal.
However, I was left in a position where what I liked didn't matter. I was in a situation where I had to work with what I was given.
My men had already given me directions. Louis and the men were in a room upstairs and, surprisingly, my men reported back that Louis had not given them any issues, yet.
Taking in a deep
