Page 80 of Hannah and the Hitman
I thought I was as well until Hannah wentpoofright in front of me. “It is a little unbelievable,” I admitted.
“A little? Imagine being the one who can do it and ends up in an adult store. We’re not crazy, right?” she asked.
I took a deep breath. “I have no fucking idea, but we both know it happened. Joey Brains, too, but he’s called that because he’s not all that smart. What do you think is the cause?”
“I don’t really know, but the only thing I can think of is the radiation. Maybe something happened from that.”
Radiation? I’d gone online and looked up the gamma knife radiosurgery she’d had. While it was considered non-invasive, it was fucking brutal with a metal frame they attached to Hannah’s head, then beams of radiation allaimed at the tumor… fuck, I wanted to hurl thinking about her going through it.
“Like Spiderman?” I asked. “This is more fucked up than my thinking you were a hitman.”
“I didn’t get bit by a spider.” She sighed. “I told you before that Brittany’s the one, like you, who thinks I’ve got superpowers. There is no definitive answer, Jack. I have no idea why it’s happening.”
“As long as you don’t hulk smash bad guys to protect me or teleport to an adult store again, then we’re good. Speaking of…”
I shifted us so my leg settled between hers. My thigh pressed against her bare, cum-coated pussy.
“You’re not distracting me with the sex toys you bought… yet.” She gave me her stern librarian look which only made my dick stir. Even more so with the use of the wordyet.“Your turn to talk. You’re a hitman. That means you kill people, right?”
53
JACK
It was time to come clean. She’d seen what kind of people I dealt with firsthand.
“Yes. But only bad people.Reallybad people.”
“The night at my parents’ house, you left to kill someone?”
I expected a horrified expression, perhaps even an attempt to climb off me with revulsion. I got neither. She was more curious and perhaps that was the librarian in her that wanted to know the full story.
I shook my head. “Sal Reggiano called. Three times over dinner. He’s the mafia boss in Vegas who now wants us both dead. Last week, I was contracted by him to kill a guy and I hadn’t gotten to it yet. Someone distracted me.”
This time, she looked away, not the least bit sheepish. Perhaps pleased with herself to have taken up my attentionenough to keep me from killing someone. Or I’d like to think that.
“The next night, at the pizza place?” she continued.
“Again Reggiano, the needy fucker.” I sighed. “He texted and asked me why I was in Coal Springs. Turns out, he was having me tracked. I was angry because I was with you, and I needed you to stay a secret.”
She looked down at my chest, but I didn’t miss the instant hurt that my words brought about. “Why?”
Reaching out, I tipped her chin up. “Not because I’m ashamed of you, gorgeous. To keep you safe. Now that you know the truth, you can see why.”
Her dark eyes searched mine as she nodded. As if she was still unsure if I told the truth.
“He knows how important you are to me, and he was hoping to use that–the text at the pizza place–to keep me in line. When he realized he couldn’t, that’s when he sent Joey Brains.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re in the mafia?” It seemed being a hitman was one thing to handle, being in the mafia another. “Do you have a nickname?”
“Hell, no. We’re not in the mafia and no stupid nicknames. Dax and I are freelancers. We take on a variety of clients.”
“Helping them with a variety of projects?”
I smirked, remembering the bullshit line I’d told her about what I did for a living.
“Dax is also a hitman?”
I shook my head. My hand went back to sliding up and down her bare back. “He’s a fixer.”