Hitman's Revenge (a Forbidden Bad Boy Romance) Read Online Free Page B

long dark hair covered her face as she fiddled with the zipper on her bag, her thin shoulders just moving in a shrugging motion. She had grown up before his eyes, their three years’ difference playing tricks on Jack as he watched her start to become the beautiful, fiery woman she was no doubt going to be one day. Lately she had been moody and weepy, nothing like the Hazel he knew. In fact, Jack was starting to think that all women were a bit moody. Lara, the girl he was seeing, was a bit unpredictable herself, kissing him one minute then pushing him away the next when he tried to get to second base.
    “Come on,” he tried again, gripping the steering wheel to keep his cool. “We aren’t going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”
    “I-I’m dying!” she blurted out, startling him. He looked at her sharply to find her teary eyes looking back at him, traces of more tears staining her pink cheeks. Jack fought the urge to punch something as he took in her appearance, hating the fact that she was crying. He couldn’t stand to see her cry.
    “What do you mean, Hazel? How do you know you are dying?”
    “I can’t tell you,” she said softly, turning back to the window. “I-it’s so embarrassing.”
    Confused, Jack reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it lightly. “Whatever it is, we will get through it together, Hazel. You and me, remember?”
    She took a deep breath while he held his; he was really concerned for her. If she was really dying, they would get the best doctors around to take care of her, no matter what it would take. Nixon wasn’t going to let his baby girl die, and Jack sure as hell wasn’t going to, either. Hazel was the glue that held them together, the light in their lives. He wasn’t going to lose her.
    She turned back toward him, her eyes more tearful now. He gripped her hand tightly, the ball of worry in his throat growing by the second as he waited for her to tell him the worst. He would go ballistic if something happened to her.
    “I’m bleeding down there,” she whispered, her cheeks flaming red. “The girls at school tell me it’s nothing, b-but I know something has to be wrong with me.”
    Jack exhaled a shaky breath as he realized what she was referring to, thanking someone up above that it wasn’t more serious. “It’s okay, Hazel,” he said, giving her a smile. “We can deal with that. It’s completely normal.”
    She snorted and wrenched her hand out of his, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s most definitely not normal. Are you telling me you bleed out of your penis, too?”
    Jack nearly choked with laughter as he heard her haughty words, thinking that the word penis shouldn’t be coming out of her mouth. Not his Hazel. “Ah, no, but I assure you it’s fine, Hazel. Hasn’t anyone ever talked to you about a woman’s… period?”
    Her eyes dimmed, and Jack regretted his words immediately. Hazel’s mom had died when she was young, and Nixon had raised his daughter alone until Jack came along. He berated himself. Of course she hadn’t had a woman talk to her—it was a stupid thing to say. “I’m sorry,” he said regretfully. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
    “It’s fine,” Hazel replied, giving him a weak smile. “I so shouldn’t be having this discussion with you, but I didn’t know what to do.”
    He gave her a wink and started the engine, pulling away from the school. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what to do. We will be fine; you will be fine, Hazel.”
    She leaned over and kissed his cheek, her soft lips grazing the hint of stubble that had started to appear on his face the past few months. He hadn’t wanted to shave it for fear that it might not come back and besides, Lara, his current girlfriend, seemed to like it.
    “Thank you, Jack. I can always count on you.”
    Jack looked over at her and grinned, glad that she had entrusted him with her secret, however embarrassing it was. He would always be there for