Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 41

41

JACK

I pulled into my spot in the garage beneath my building, then climbed from my SUV.

I adjusted my suit jacket, then did the front button. This morning after Hannah left, I’d gone with Dax on a little money gathering job. But the guy had surprised us and had the cash he owed in hand. Dax seemed a little disappointed he didn’t need to use the garden shears twice in one week. Since no amputation was required, it made for quick work. We’d grabbed lunch after delivering the loan payment.

Now I had a few hours to kill before I went to meet Hannah. She told me she wanted to cook me dinner. I had to decide if I wanted to feast on her before or after the meal. Maybe both.

A car came into the garage, tires squealing on the concrete. Instinctively, I reached behind my back for my gun. When the car slammed on the brakes, I saw who was behind the wheel and I let my jacket fall back in place.

Hannah. Something was up. Her eyes were frantic, and it wasn’t her car. I also didn’t take her for a NASCAR driving type.

She hopped out and I cut across the lot to get to her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, cupping her cheek, my gaze raking over her to make sure she was okay.

She swallowed hard, then licked her lips. “I, um, think someone might try to kill you.”

I blinked at her. My sweet girl and the words she said didn’t match.

“What?”

“She’s right.”

A man’s voice came from behind Hannah. Eyebrows appeared from behind one of the concrete pillars. I tried to grab her and pull her behind me, but she shrugged out of my hold.

“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’re going 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 to be around?

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 was good. 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.”

I grinned at her. “Yeah, well, gorgeous. I am.”