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

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    Without another word, she turned and sauntered over to the ring where the fighter in the green shorts was downing a bottle of water.
    "Bryson." The smile she gave him was anything but glacial. It was downright friendly. "You helped out Bianca with the engagement party right?"
    The fighter nodded his head, a cocky grin on his face like he even stood a chance. "Yeah, I took the centerpieces over for her."
    "Did you get anyone to help you carry it out?" Tamara asked.
    Isaac knew exactly where she was going with this. Looked like someone had been busy while under lockdown in the B-Squad offices. He had to admire her determination to be in control of her own destiny, even as he realized it was going to make keeping her safe that much harder.
    "Nah." The fighter flexed like only an idiot twenty-year-old did in front of a hot chick. "I can carry a lot more than a couple of boxes. If it wasn't for forgetting to take my keys out of my pocket before I went outside I would've been able to get them into the car on my own too."
    Tamara tensed. It was just the slightest tightness in her jaw and it disappeared almost immediately, but he caught it. The urge to pounce on the kid and shake him until all the details rolled out had Isaac by the balls, but he resisted. Tamara was working her source like a pro. If he didn't know better, he'd think she was a B-Squad agent instead of the office manager.
    "What happened?" she asked.
    "Dude got out of a Prius and held the boxes while I got my keys out." The utterly-clueless-and-in-need-of-a- smack-to-the-head Bryson said. "They didn't get messed up did they?"
    "No." Tamara patted the fighter's forearm.
    It was a reassuring gesture to keep Bryson talking, but the interrogator's trick had the opposite effect on Isaac. Jealousy—cold, hard and solid—hit him straight in the gut, as unusual as it was tangible.
    "They were perfect," she continued. "Did you happen to tell him where you were delivering the centerpieces?"
    Bryson dropped his attention from the sexy woman in front of him to the tip of his left shoe. "I might have."
    'Might have' his ass. The kid had given up the location of the party. Time for good cop to give way to pissed off cop. The kid was a contender, but Isaac was bigger, meaner and more experienced in the ways of scaring the shit out of young punks.
    He slipped between Tamara and Bryson. "Did you or didn't you?"
    "Yeah," he squeaked out. "He said he wanted to talk to Mr. Hazard in a neutral location. I know you guys are working cases upstairs. I figured he wanted to share information without looking like a snitch." He made a half-hearted kick at the gym's concrete floor. "I should have told someone. I'm really sorry."
    Tamara's pointed elbow landed firmly between two of Isaac's rib as she circled around him to face the fighter. "Don't worry about it, Bryson. You didn't do anything wrong."
    The other man mumbled a thanks and hustled off to the locker room, leaving Tamara in all of her icy glory standing next to him.
    "There was no need to go all asshole on him," she said as she examined her red nails. "He didn't do anything wrong."
    For once when he was around Tamara, Isaac's brain got the upper hand over his dick. The moron had leaked the party location. That he didn't realize he was doing anything wrong was beside the point. He could have gotten Tamara killed. There wasn't a single shred of a doubt in his mind that Fane wouldn't bypass any kind of legal processing and skip straight to doing whatever it took to get Essie's location out of Tamara—even if that meant having to do a very final clean up afterward so no one would ever know what happened. Keir had put together a complete brief on the cult leader. Fane didn't think he was above the law. He thought he was the law.
    "He didn't do anything wrong?" He shoved his fingers through his hair hard enough to yank a few out. "He gave you up to Wolczyk."
    She shrugged. "It was an accident."
    "The kind that could've