Mr. Drake's man, Tony’s POV

"Yes, the target had been spotted," I telegraphed to my master.

"Good, Tony. You deserve an award," Mr. Drake's voice sounded at the end of the call.

That damn girl. I had been searching every town just for her. It was an annoying task to search for a sex slave without a positive result. She made me abandon my sexy girlfriend. It had been months since I had set my eyes on her last. I missed my girlfriend, but on the other hand, I couldn't disobey my master. Disobeying him meant "death."

My name was Tony. I was Mr. Drake's, right-hand man. Ever since Fred...