Page 71 of Hannah and the Hitman

“If he kills people for a living, then he will protect you.”

“That makes no sense,” I argued.

“It makes complete sense,” she countered.

It did, but I wasn’t going to admit it.

I sighed. “I’m really mad at him, B. Hurt, too. He didn’t believe me when I told him the truth.”

“He saw you hulk smash a guy. It’s pretty unbelievable. Remember, I drank a bottle of wine after you lifted my tree trunk coffee table. You have to give him a little leeway.”

“You believe me,” I reminded.

“Yeah, sweetie, I do. But you don’t love me. You love him.”

“I don’t–” She set her dark hand on mine, shutting me up. Squeezed. “Yeah, you do. Remember though, you have the advantage.”

“How’s that?”

“You can do the whole teleport-away-from-him-thing again if he makes you even madder. No matter how big and burly or how talented his dick, he can’t stop you.”

They were valid points. All of them. Including his talented dick.

“Now tell me where his apartment is. I promised to get the minivan back before T-ball.”

47

JACK

“I got rid of the body downstairs and had Nitro wipe the security feed of the garage. I have him working on Reggiano, too. What’s this about Hannah being gone?” Dax called as he came out of the elevator.

After Hannah had… disappeared, I’d left the loft and, after circling the block a few times to make sure she wasn’t walking to Coal Springs, gone back to my apartment. Going to Big Mike’s place had been for Hannah, not wanting a traitor and a liar in my place, but there had been no reason for me to stay. She sure as shit didn’t need to be kept safe.

I could protect myself. If Hannah hadn’t jumped in and dealt with Eyebrows, I’d have shot the fucker. But she had and everything changed. Except… WHERE THE FUCK WAS SHE?

My mind was caught on that and dealing with Sal.Since he wanted me dead, I was better off being on my own turf.

I had my gun at my back, a K-Bar in my boot, and an arsenal lined up on my kitchen counter. What I needed was information. So I’d called Nitro and he told me Dax already had him working on it.

Itmeaning whatever the fuck was going on. Reggiano. Hannah, all of it.

“She’s gone,” I repeated when he came into the kitchen. I didn’t know any other way to word it without sounding mental or like Captain Kirk.

In his dark suit, he didn’t look like he just dealt with a dead guy he hit with his car. That was what made us good. We took care of things without wrinkles or dirt. Only the occasional blood spatter. “Gone where? How?”

I wasn’t going to tell him how, or where, because I didn’t know myself. “Not sure,” I said, which was a response for either of his questions.

He was waiting for me to elaborate, but I wasn’t going to do it. He wouldn’t believe me anyway.

“You don’t really think that woman is a hitman,” he said finally. Obviously, he didn’t.

“She was on the plane.” I raised one finger, then kept raising more as I continued. “She knew about Joey Brains’ gold tooth. She knew about Eyebrows coming after me and then threw him twenty feet. She has skills.”

He crossed his arms and stared at me.

“What?” I asked. “You don’t agree?”

“Occam’s Razor.”