Brazen (B-Squad #1) by Avery Flynn Read Free Book Online

wavering hand. “He’s in the hat.”
    “Holy fucking shit,” Lexie said as she plopped down in a chair as if her legs suddenly stopped working.
    Taz peered at the man in the white fedora and the pastel Hawaiian shirt. The picture was super high-resolution, catching every detail but he didn’t look like anyone he’d ever seen before or anyone who should be able to cause that reaction from Bianca. “Who is he?”
    “Sterling Walsh,” Vivi said, all the sass and snark drained away from her voice.
    He glanced at his brothers. They had the same blank expressions on their faces as he did.
    “Who in the hell is Sterling Walsh?” Duke asked, pulling on his short ginger beard.
    “He was the headmaster from St. B’s.” Lexie grabbed her laptop and began typing lightning fast.
    “He’s supposed to be in jail,” Bianca said, backing away from the image covering the wall. “He got thirty years.”
    “Three decades in a federal penitentiary isn’t what it used to be.” Lexie looked up from her screen. “He got out a year ago.”
    “Right about the time Genie’s Wish made its presence known in the global drug market,” Taz said.
    It made perfect sense. When he and Bianca had taken down the dealers at Bisu Manor six months ago, they’d said that Bianca had been the initial kidnapping target, not Gidget, but the switch worked because their supplier wanted the girls from St. B’s for his drug-testing experiments—specifically Bianca, Gidget, Vivi, Elisa and Lexie.
    Looked like they had a headmaster with a grudge to deal with. He focused on the image, memorizing the bastard’s every feature so Taz could find him no matter what. The asshole was going down for threatening his girl.
    “How in the hell did he go from psycho school administrator to drug kingpin?” Duke asked.
    “Don’t know, don’t care right now,” Taz replied as realization dawned. “Look at who he’s holding on to.”
    Walsh held on to a woman’s forearm, his grip tight enough that white lines formed on her freckled skin where his fingers clamped down on her in a death grip. Her face was angled away from the camera but she had long bright red hair that fell in fat curls to her mid-back. The hair was a tipoff but the confirmation came in the five-inch scar winding its way across her upper arm.
    They’d found Gidget Harms.

Chapter 5
    Marko
Pottsworth Private Airfield…
    M arko’s mother was right . Instead of milk, some people poured stupid into their bowl of cornflakes. It was the only explanation for the trouble Taz had gotten himself into. Not that Marko was going to say anything. That would require actually talking, and he didn’t waste breath on touchy-feely crap or other people’s relationships. Just the idea of doing so made his balls shrivel a little, not something he appreciated.
    “Fucking Taz,” he said under his breath as he hefted an eighty-pound crate of equipment and popped it onto his shoulder.
    “What about him?” Elisa asked as she checked the crate off the list on her clipboard. “The fact that he’s a total douchebag dick or the fact that he should be snipped before he can pass his asshole genes to the next generation?”
    Ouch. Marko gave the brunette with the angel face a second glance. She looked like one of those big-eyed Russian dolls his mother had kept on the kitchen window sill when he was a kid. Not because she was big enough to fit another three or four of her inside herself, but because she looked so sweet and innocent on the outside that it was easy to imagine she wasn’t hiding something. He mighta thought that, but he hadn’t poured a shot of stupid into his cereal this morning. He’d spent more than enough time over the past few months with the sharp-tongued princess to know better.
    Elisa would verbally eviscerate a guy and rob him of his last nickel. The whole time the doofus would be standing there, too dazed by the fact this amazingly hot chick was talking to him to know what was going on