Bianca sat on the couch, her legs in Jagger's lap. She studied while he flipped through files on an iPad he had pulled out of his bag. She asked quietly what he was doing, but he had only grunted and indicated he was looking for something that tied everything together. She made the decision to just let him come to her when he was ready. As she got a little bit more comfortable, the two of them heard footsteps coming up the stairs outside and a knock at the door.
"You stay here," Jagger told her as he stood up, pulling a gun from behind his back. He made sure one was in the chamber and walked over to the door, slightly pulling the curtain back.
She stiffened, not sure who was on the other side of that door. It made her nervous not to know just what the f**k was going on. This had never be
