Lincoln
“No, Lincoln. You are not going there alone,” Yelena objected, putting emphasis on every word. “You have us, what do you think is our purpose? Let us help.”
Anxiously running my hand through my hair, I sighed before I met Yelena’s grave and solemn ones. “Do you think I don’t want to ask for help? I need every help that I can. But my wife’s life is on the line here. If Guiterrez finds out that I did not follow our agreement, with just one bullet, he could kill Anya. Just like how I did to every member of his pack.”
“He wouldn't know...” Yelena persisted, her voice growing desperate. “Please, Lincoln. I can help. Anya is my friend too. If there's anything that I can do, it is to help her. I am—”
“No, Yelena. It’s too risky,” I cut her off and made my way to the secret room full o
