Chapter 80

Wet Wanda's was bursting at the seams with patrons, and Bianca's feet were killing her. The number of people that had gathered into the small space swelled until it was over capacity. It was always this way when Jagger came out to play. Leaning against the bar, she took a breather and gazed out at the sea of people that had crammed themselves in every nook and cranny available.

Her gaze landed on a group of people near the stage, all wearing the red and black colors of Heaven Hill. They had been regulars since Jagger had begun performing. It was nice to see the camaraderie that the group shared. There was never a night he performed that they didn't pack the place. She'd noticed recently there were more women coming with them. She knew that two of them belonged to Tyler and Liam, but the rest she just knew came for Jagger.

"Why are you shootin' daggers at all those women over there?" Jasmine asked, an all-knowing grin on her face.

"No reason."

"Bullshit. If you like the man, why