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

students’ deaths and how they’d covered it up to make it look like they’d run away from St. B’s. She’d told her girls, and Lexie had hacked into the school computer system to access the automatically backed-up security video feed that showed the girls hanging themselves in the gym. Headmaster Sterling Walsh was on tape, cutting the girls down and ordering the janitor to take the bodies into the city and dump them in a drug house so the police would find them there.
    After seeing that, the girls agreed they had to do something. They’d hatched a plan. Vivi, Lexie and Elisa started the mother of all brawls in the library while Gidget and Bianca snuck into reception and made the call to the cops. After that, the school got shut down and she’d been sent back to the Sutherland ranch outside of Houston. The other girls had been scattered across Texas. For years they’d been apart, but they were back together now—and all because that shithead Walsh had kidnapped Gidget and put targets on Vivi’s, Elisa’s, Lexie’s and Bianca’s backs.
    He didn’t realize that while they may have been physically separated, the bond they’d forged at St. B’s couldn’t be severed—it only grew stronger with time. If it hadn’t been for Vivi, Lexie, Elisa and Gidget, Bianca didn’t know if she would have made it out of St. B’s alive. They’d saved each other then and they were still doing it now.
    Emotion squeezed her throat tight. “We’re going to find Gidget.”
    “Was that ever a concern?” Never one to entertain a single doubt, Elisa winked and patted the chair in front of her. “Come on, we land in a little over an hour and I have makeover magic to work.”
    Nearly an hour and what felt like a pound of contouring makeup later, Bianca still sat in the chair facing away from the mirror while Elisa did her thing.
    “Can’t I just take a look?” she asked as she fought not to blink while Elisa wielded the mascara brush.
    “Nope.” She capped the mascara and grabbed a poofy makeup brush.
    The not knowing was starting to get to her. She fucking hated being in the dark. “You’re mean.”
    Elisa dabbed the brush into a soft pink blush. “Not as mean as I was to that pretty slimeball.”
    Her stomach clenched. “Can we not?”
    “What?” Her friend grinned as she slid the brush up Bianca’s cheekbones. “Talk about the guy who invited you to the Mile High Club?”
    Heat flashed up from her toes and she was pretty damn sure she didn’t need blush anymore—or, possibly, ever again. “You could hear that?”
    Elisa snorted. “Quiet, you are not.”
    “We didn’t have sex.” Not that she needed to explain, but she couldn’t shut her mouth off.
    “Good.” Elisa traded the blush brush for an eyeshadow palate and applicator. “But honey, if you need an orgasm that badly I will buy you a crate of Magic Wands.”
    Laughing wasn’t the best idea when someone was coming at your eyes with an applicator filled with Dashing Nude eyeshadow, but Bianca couldn’t help herself. It was just what she’d needed after the day from hell.
    “It’s true,” she said when she caught her breath. “A real friend gives dildos.”
    “Damn straight,” Elisa said. “Now close your eyes so I can get this on and then do your eyeliner.”
    Bianca did as she was told, relaxing back into the chair as she mentally went over the plan to track down Gidget at the resort. The resort’s lifestyler week and their covers would give her and Taz all the opportunities they’d need to scope out the place without raising suspicion. They knew Gidget was there. They just had to find her. Once that was done, they’d call in the DEA agents waiting a few hours offshore and the coordinated raid would go down. The DEA would get anyone tied to Genie’s Wish. The B-Squad would get Gidget.
    “Okay,” Elisa said. “Time to get dressed, then it’s wig time.”
    The dress. She opened her eyes and looked over at the green and pink