Page 94 of Hannah and the Hitman

She stared at her phone. Nodded. I pulled her onto my lap. Maybe not the best idea since we were naked, and I felt my cum that had slipped from her coat my thigh. Now I was hard again.

Surprise, surprise.

She nodded woodenly.

“You sure we have to save them?” I wondered.

Her head popped up and she stared at me wide eyed. It was really fucking hard to hold a straight face. Then she laughed.

“I don’t know what Sal Reggiano looks like, but I can see him sitting in my parents’ living room right now listening to my mother talk about side dishes and Briana trying to flirt with him. He may run off before an hour.”

I grinned. “You really are ruthless.”

She shrugged and I kissed that bare shoulder.

“What are we going to do, Jack?” Her voice was soft. Scared. Not the tone I liked to hear from my adventurous, brave girl.

“Besides save your clueless family from being executed by a mafia boss?”

Her mouth turned up in a tiny smile. “Yeah. Besides that.”

“I’ve got a few ideas.” Leaning to the side, I grabbed my cell from the nightstand and dialed a number.

“Are you going to kill him?” she asked.

I wanted to. Sal wanted me dead, and he was threatening Hannah. I wouldn’t lose sleep over it. But a rogue hitman going after a mafia boss? I was as good as dead. No, Sal Reggiano had to be killed in a very specific way.

“If we do this right, someone will do it for me,” I said, then the call connected. “Paul. I think we have a mutual problem.”

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HANNAH

“When I said I had a few ideas, one of them wasn’t having Hannah walk into her parents’ house, collect Sal Reggiano and walk back out,” Jack grumbled.

He was driving way too fast along I-70 toward Coal Springs. I was in the back seat of his SUV. Dax was in the passenger seat up front.

“I should go with her,” he added. His gaze flicked to mine in the rearview mirror.

We’d picked up Dax and filled him in, going back and forth with ideas. All of them were based on the fact that Paul needed to deal with his father, not Jack. Mafia took care of mafia, he said.

That was the plan that was agreed upon–at least by democracy and not consensus. Jack wanted to go in with a gun in each hand and shoot the guy. I had a feeling that was founded in his need to protect me versus being wise.

“We went over this,” I said. “I’d rather my family think you’re a mortician” –Dex snorted at that– “than a hitman. Weapons would be a giveaway.”

“He might be armed,” Jack countered.

We considered that and Sal Reggiano probably would be, but most likely wouldn’t be waving a gun around or holding my family hostage. At least that they were aware of.

“Reggiano won’t want to shoot up a house in Coal Springs. Nothing says bad PR than killing a family in a town that’s a hell of a lot like Mayberry.”

That was sad but reassuring. I didn’t like my family, but I didn’t want them dead.

“I’ll… disappear if there’s an issue.” I flicked my gaze at Dax.

“You sure you want to do that in front of your family?” Jack asked.

I shrugged, but Jack didn’t notice since his eyes were on the road. “They think I’m invisible anyway. If I disappear on them, they’ll think I wasn’t there to begin with.”