ALPHA LINCOLN'S POV 

The fear on the thief's face was priceless. I could see him sweating, plus when I looked down, he might have peed on himself.

I pushed him off and let him go. He sprinted off, not even looking back. 

That would teach him. I turned to Montana quickly, assessing her ankle, "How is it?"

"It's healed, nothing serious," she said as she used it to walk to be certain.

"Still up for the stroll?", I asked her, and she nodded, "Alright then", I took her hands in mine as we proceeded to work through the streets of Paris.

While strolling, I had asked our driver to wait...