Drake's POV
I needed to do something with my hands. I wasn’t the type to sit around idle and there wasn’t anything to do in this place, this place of excess, sick and twisted fuckin’ hedonism. The resort had activities but most of it was either s*x-centered or at least stomach-turning from what I’d seen on my tour because guests had women in collars on the floor beside them or whatever while on the treadmill or playing cards or whatever.
I didn’t want around those sick f***s and I didn’t want her alone in that room, why I don’t know, but I just didn’t. I felt protective of her, that it wasn’t just my mission to come here and suss things out but that it’d become my mission to get her away from them, get her and I outta here without a hitch.
The tour had turned my stomach and I couldn’t l
