Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 37

37

JACK

While the coffee brewed, I grabbed my phone, checked the messages.

I leaned against the counter and felt Pancake weave in and out of my jean clad legs wanting attention. I’d never shut him out of my room before. I’d never had a woman in my apartment, let alone my bed before either. Now he was not amused at being neglected, the snooty bastard.

I didn’t really have friends and Dax knew better than to fuck with me while I had Hannah all to myself. The only message that was there was from another Vegas number.

“Fuck,” I muttered, pressing my thumb to the screen to open the message.

I have another project.

Hannah was in my shower. Naked, well fucked and washing my cum from her skin. We fucked twice, then slept, then fucked some more. This morning, I woke up with her good girl mouth on my dick. She hadn’t been able to take all of me and had chosen for me to paint her tits with my cum instead of swallowing.

I didn’t hold it against her. In fact, coating her skin felt like a claiming. It had been one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

I looked forward to when we could forgo condoms and I could have it deep inside her. The thought of watching it drip out of her well-used pussy made me hard. Again.

Same went for the small bruises that were beginning to bloom on her hips, reminders for both of us of how I took her, how she wanted it. Needed it. To me, they were more claiming marks. Proof she was mine, that only I could satisfy her secret cravings and desires.

It made me want more of her and less of what Sal Reggiano wanted from me. He’d found out that Turkleman was dead, that I’d fulfilled my contract. I hadn’t checked the news, but it was possible there was an article about it.

Except a second text, this one from Dax, reassured me everything was fine.

The turkey was cooked just right. No leftovers.

Meaning no news reports. No investigation, or if there was one, it wouldn’t lead anywhere.

I was done. Not only for Reggiano, but completely. I didn’t need to kill for a living any longer. I sure as hell didn’t need the money. After last night, I definitely could find more amusing ways to fill my time .

Dax and I did our jobs, didn’t ask questions and didn’t get involved in drama. That was what made us good. Made us dependable and professional.

It also made us untouchable and alone. Big Mike had taught us that was the way to be. I’d thought he was right. Until now.

I didn’t want to be untouchable. Hell, I fucking loved when Hannah touched me. And I sure as hell didn’t want to be alone, unless Hannah was with me, and we were alone together.

She offered me the life I didn’t know I wanted. Peace. Quiet. Hell, I’d even move to Coal Springs and start shitting glitter.

The water in the bathroom shut off and I imagined Hannah stepping out of the shower and using a towel to dry off. All ready for me to get dirty all over again.

With my thumbs, I typed out my reply to Sal’s message.

I quit.

Ever since fourth grade, Dax and I had been trained by his dad to take out the fucking trash. Retiring should’ve been harder than a text, but it was the easiest fucking thing.

Two words and I was free. I’d decline other work too, but this was the start. This was the beginning of saying no, of my new life with Hannah. I poured two mugfuls of coffee and carried them to my bedroom.

To start my new life in the best way possible. Naked with my girl.