Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Though she kept getting glimpses of an explosion and seemed to remember passing out a lot, she was too disoriented to arrange them into a sequence that made sense.

As she strained to remember, her head throbbed painfully.

Aiden was beside himself with glee. Unable to contain himself any longer, he reached out with a greedy hand. “Come here.”

As his hand neared her bosom, Francesca's eyes suddenly flung wide open. Her bright eyes glinted murderously as she caught hold of the man's wrist and gave a vicious twist.

“Ah!” Aiden screamed. Despite wriggling for all his might, Francesca afforded him no such opportunity for escape.

With nimble haste, she wrapped the silver chain between her hands around his wrist and heaved him over her shoulder to bring the large man falling onto the floor with an earth-shattering crash.

As Aiden writhed in pain on the ground, the men below the stage were flabbergasted at the unexpected strength and ferocity of so frail a girl.

As creatures craving novelty, they developed an intense interest in the wild woman who had demolished all stereotypes of her gender within the span of several seconds. Some of them had even begun wolf-whistling again.

“Hah! The night hasn't even begun and you're already tapping out, Aiden!”

beautiful and wild. Start the bidding for her again if Aiden's not

little shake as she gazed at the men below the stage through the cage bars. Her vision was beginning to regain its sharpness, though there were more questions

am I doing here? What

back of her head seared with sudden sharpness. She reached out to touch it gingerly and found fresh blood on her

unable to help her

I get hurt?

of horror as she realized that

on me, b*tch!” Aiden stumbled to his feet and lunged at Francesca from

out to meet his face with a sickening crunch. After crumpling

out of the cage before realizing that her ankles had been

chains upon her wrists and ankles bore many tiny bells which tinkered at her every gesture. Though pleasant,

falling onto the host. “Who did this?” she demanded, raising a hand to display the padlocked shackles on her

men appeared from the back of the stage

stage below grew

not trained for physical confrontation like the bodyguards of Casino Inferno's employees were. At that moment, even one of them looked