Page 62 of Hannah and the Hitman
“You’re not going to kill him,” she practically snarled, reminding me of a little scrappy Terrier.
Eyebrows smiled and walked toward her. His demeanor was easy and casual, but I knew that was fake. There was only one reason he’d been lurking in my parking garage. For me.
“You’regoing to protect him?” Eyebrows asked her. A slow grin spread across his face. Obviously, he found humor in the possibility.
“Hannah,” I warned, reaching for her but she shrugged me off. Again. She had no idea what kind of man Eyebrows was. All she’d seen of him was being kind of an asshole on the plane. He was so much more of one than that.
Eyebrows got within a few feet of her and grinned. “Bring it, little girl.”
This time, I lunged to grab her, but before I could, she took hold of Eyebrows and lifted him in the air. His feet dangled a few inches off the ground. “Leave Jack alone.”
Then she threw him to the side, where he landed hard on the concrete, rolling a few times. He pushed up, stunned, then staggered to his feet. A car came barreling into the garage and because Eyebrows was too out of it to move, hit him with the screech of his brakes.
Jesus.
It was Dax. Thank fuck. Eyebrows bounced off his bumper and hit the concrete once more, this time not getting up.
It took a few seconds to process what had happened.
Hannah. Eyebrows. Hannah tossing Eyebrows. Dax hitting Eyebrows.
By then, Dax was out of his car and standing over him.
I only had eyes for Hannah. She stood in her latest librarian outfit of black pants that showed off her ankles and a sleeveless white blouse. On her feet were the sandals she seemed to love. She looked adorable, as usual. Except–
WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON? Since when did my girl toss mafia goons around? Since when did she expect one tobearound?
I went to her, backed her into one of the concrete pillars and set my hands on either side of her head.
“Who sent you?”
She stared up at me wide eyed. “Sent me?”
“Who do you work for?”
“The library.”
I laughed, but I wasn’t amused. I was pissed. “Please, with skills like that? You’re a fucking hitman and I want to know why you’re after me. Did you plan it all along, the plane, everything?”
She blinked up at me as I was speaking in a foreign language. “What?”
“I know the moves of a killer when I see one.”
I’d faced mafia kingpins. Drug dealers. Traffickers. Weapons runners. All kinds of shit. I knew how to protect myself, plan. Know the target and the client. How to hurt someone. How to kill.
But Hannah I hadn’t seen coming. Holy shit. She wasgood.She got me lured in real fucking good. Dax had warned me I’d been blind where she was concerned. I’d been stupid and been thinking with my dick.
I’d even let her in my fucking heart.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dax standing watch. He’d missed everything that had happened except for the part where he’d ensured Eyebrows was down permanently. “Jack, I don’t think–” he began, but I cut him off.
“Fuck off, Dax,” I snarled.
Hannah’s eyes were frantic, and I could see her body shaking. “He was going to hurt you and I–”
“So you could do it instead? Shit, woman, you’re good. I have to give you that. You had me fucking fooled.”
She frowned, her gaze searching my face. “Jack? What are you talking about? What is this about a hitman?” She set her hand on her chest, those tits I’d licked and sucked. “I’m not a hitman.”