His Blind Slave
Suddenly, he remembered the hit on the back of his head.
“That jerk! Carson!” He grunted, rubbing the back of his head.
“Now that’s not a way to talk to your boss.” Carson tsked, entering the room.
“What the hell is this place?” Drake asked, clenching his jaw.
“Since you are under me and second in command. I thought you should know this much. It’s a secret base. My father doesn’t know about it, and don’t bother filling him in on what you just saw. Of course, that’s only if you value your life.” Carson filled a glass of whiskey for himself and Drake.