Bang: B-Squad Book Two by Avery Flynn Read Free Book Online

B-Squad would be gathered at the engagement party?"
    Gidget trained her focus on him, but didn't say a word. She just went to work on her other glove.
    Okay, she was looking at him. Glaring. Snarling a little. But there was eye contact. That was progress, right? Shoving back the annoyance at the lack of answers from anyone about how Wolczyk knew to show up at Taz's and Bianca's engagement party, he pushed forward. Interrogation wasn't his thing—his patience was for shit—but he refused to give up.
    "Look, Tamara's hiding for a damn good reason, but the asshole found her anyway. I've got to figure out how before he realizes he hit the jackpot and comes after her."
    Her only response was to pull off both gloves and reach for the water bottle next to her on the bench. She took a long drink then stood up as if he hadn't been there at all and headed for the locker room. It was enough to shred the last frayed thread of patience. Without thinking it through, he grabbed Gidget's elbow and stopped her in mid-step.
    "There's a good chance her life—and that of a sixteen year old girl—is at stake if he finds them. If you know anything that might help..."
    He followed her gaze down to his hand on her arm. Shame, cold and heavy, sank down on him and he let go. Neither of them moved. The request hung in the air for a second before crashing to the ground and imploding upon impact.
    "Gidget, I'm sorry. I didn't mean—" He fumbled for a proper apology. "I know you've been through a lot and I shouldn't have—"
    "Green shorts," she said, her voice raspy and low.
    His brain tried to catch the secret meaning behind her first words. "What?"
    "Getting out of the ring now. He earns extra cash running errands for Bianca. He helped run things over to Corsair Club for the engagement party."
    Fuck. Here he was stuck in his own head when he should have been thinking about what was going on in hers. You're a real asshole, Camacho.
    "Thanks, Gidget."
    She dipped her chin in a sharp nod. "Don't let them get her."
    Then without another word, she tucked her arm in close to her side to avoid touching him and walked past him to the locker room.
    He pivoted to get a look at the fighter in the green shorts who'd just taken off the padded face protection Kelvin insisted fighters wear when sparring. The kid was young, with an eager face and a cocky grin. That wasn't what set off Isaac's danger alert though—it was the woman strutting across the gym in high heels and an ass-hugging blue skirt that made his cock immediately stand up and say hello.
    What in the hell was Tamara Post doing downstairs in the Devil's Dip Gym?
    As if his gaze had weight, she brought her hand to her cheek and turned. The second she spotted him, her blue eyes narrowed and she made a sharp turn to come straight at him. Fuck. She was a sight to behold. The ice queen melted a little more each time they met. Pretty soon she'd be blazing and he couldn't wait for that. He had every intention of going up in flames with her.
    She stopped in front of him, exasperation—and maybe a little of something else—turning her cheeks pink. "What are you doing here?"
    "I could ask you the same thing." Because she had no business being in anon-secure location until they knew for sure that Wolczyk had given up on her being in Fort Worth and reported that misinformation back to Fane.
    "I work here."
    "Oh really?" He asked, letting some of his own frustration—about her safety and otherwise—leak into his tone. "Are you picking up some extra hours in the gym? Looking for a sparring partner?"
    There is was. That spark of something extra chipping away at her frozen exterior. But the moment he spotted it, she managed to transform her features into that damned frosty mask of hers that didn't give away a thing about the woman hiding behind it. Instead of fiery, her gaze turned bored. Instead of a heated flush in her cheeks, she lifted her chin a few haughty inches. Tamara was gone and the impenetrable ice