Sure, he could've been down at the ring, watching someone get pummeled to fill his coffers but he rather enjoyed watching women throw themselves at him and his brothers. Stupid and desperate, he thought, eyeing the brunette on stage at the club making eyes at him. He smirked at her. She giggled and writhed more against the pole. Like a b**ch in heat, he thought amused but that was when he caught sight of another woman. She was the opposite of all the desperate wh*res on-stage. She looked . . . Uncomfortable. Out of place. Innocent. Immediately, his attention snared, he watched her move awkwardly, stilted. Cute, he thought. She was different, he knew. A light in the dark. And he wanted her light even if he crushed it in the end. Without much care for it, he got up and wrapped his arm around her waist, carrying her off with him at full sprint and a boyish laugh to boot.