NICOLEI’M SORRY NIX.My body stilled and bitter tears fell down my cheeks in streams. I clutched Luke’s shirt tightly wailing, shrieking, letting out all the pain I felt jabbed in my heart.He was gone, just like that.I was an orphan. I was alone. Mom was gone because of me and dad? The stinging feeling inside my heart told me that I was the cause of dad’s death. He was dead. Lifeless. Soulless. And he had left me behind.“I-I want to see…him”, I struggled to say raising my eyes to the man who had once offered me comfort and love before he broke my heart into a million pieces.His eyes a perfect mix of hazel and green, his hair more lush and brown giving him a pretty boy look, he nodded as if understanding what I was going through. As if just for once he wanted to be with me and actually missed me!His hands cradled my wet cheeks and I snorted feeling a whole barrel of emotions choke my throat. I couldn’t fucking breath.His touch against my skin, we held eyes and he smiled at me so
CANNON“I'M I DOING IT RIGHT, baby?”She wasn’t. She fucking wasn’t and I didn’t have it in me to teach her how to suck dick. Her mouth around my length she slurped on it, her hands clumsily holding my balls like they were fucking lemons.Still, being in the gracious mood I was, I let her do it. I had had blue balls for about a month now. Not fucking had not only messed me up but accelerated my rage.She was everywhere I fucking went. Her words piercing my heart over and over again so much that I couldn’t see myself with another woman but her. Nicole Montenegro ruined my life because I couldn’t forget her.But now I had some pretty good reason to forget her. Blaze sent me some pictures weeks ago. In my silly attempt of trying to check up on her given her father’s demise, I had been the bigger fool.I never hurt her because she fucking had a fiancé before I even fucked her.The pictures of them kissing confirmed it and I felt like a moron running after a woman who had used me to have a
NICOLEIT HAD ALL BEEN a blur really.Lucas Hawkins my first boyfriend in high school had promised me so much. By then I was a teenage girl obsessed with finding the right guy and going to prom and share my first kiss there. Come on every girl dreamt of that.I dreamt of that with Luke. I was ready to give up everything for him, I was ready to lose my virginity to him. Rumors spread but I didn’t fucking care about them.Luke wasn’t with me because my dad was some rich business magnate. No, Lucas loved me. He fucking loved me and that was where I was wrong.My dad being the big asshole he was back then made sure to show me that Lucas didn’t love me for me but because of my family name.Five hundred thousand dollars. That’s how much my dad offered him to leave me and move so far away that we didn’t see each other. Lucas fucking took the deal and left my eighteen year old self picking up the pieces of my broken heart.Fast forward to now, my life was one fucking irony. The same dad who d
CANNONWEDDINGS, I fucking hated them.They all fucking reminded me of the asshole I had of a father and the pathetic woman my mother had been in failing to stand up to her husband.What I fucking hated even more at the moment was everything in front of my eyes.Dumb as fuck snobs.So much pink that it made me almost barf and flowers that did nothing but clog my nostrils.What stung the most was the man standing at the altar grim as ever and nervous as fuck. I’d never wanted to be a groom. Fuck, I’d never thought of marriage let alone having a girlfriend but at this very moment I wanted to shoot Lucas fucking Hawkins in the head and take his place.I couldn’t though I had the chance to.Seated in the midst of the guests waiting for the bride to arrive, I took a fucking breath. Coming here was stupid and yet for some stupid reason my heart insisted on staying.She was not going to say no to marrying Lucas Hawkins. This wasn’t some shit telenovela about love because I wasn’t in love and
CANNONSIX YEARS LATER“COME IN. TEN fucking four, what’s your stats?”The inobtrusive buzz sounded in the comms and I fucking went nuts.If Jason fucking Bates died in this humid and stifling country, I’d unearth him and kill him for a second time.My comm uselessly tucked in my ear, I called again for any sign of life, my rifle pointed towards the warehouse couple miles away.Shit in Mexico hit the fan, the minute I realized that my target was no more than a rogue terrorist gang taking immigrants as hostages. Whilst I couldn’t call my old boss, I had resorted to asking for help from the three most annoying fuckers I hadn’t seen in years.Jason Bates.Fucking Blaze.And stuck up in the ass, Holy.“Cannon?” Holy’s voice came with a pitch and I hissed.“Jason went in. Motherfucker hasn’t said a word since”“I know. Blaze’s comms is dead. Seems like they knew we were coming; they’ve got jammers all over the place”“Your computers able to fix that or what? I need eyes and where I am, I c
NICOLEHEART in my mouth, drained physically and mentally, I held onto my two sons.Lucas’ words rang in my mind like a sick twisted broken record. One that hit a delicate spot in my body, tearing me up from the inside.“I’m letting you be free, Nix”, he’d said and in a moment of weakness, I had believed him.Only you know what being free meant?Freedom meant Lucas sending his goons to kill me at the airport.Freedom meant me fighting nook and cranny for my boys’ lives.All the bullshit things that had happened to me were my fault.All the bruises inflicted on me by Luke and his brutal men were on me and I fucking deserved it.I was the woman who had cried wolf, ran into the hands of the angel I didn’t know in a bid to escape the devil I knew. The devil who was my boys’ real father.Lucas Hawkins had turned into the behemoth I hadn’t seen coming, the minute Jr and Connor turned two, something sinister grew in him.Suddenly our boys weren’t his. Suddenly the love he’d showed our boys t
CANNONSTITCHED UP KNIFE WOUNDS, bullet holes were fucking child’s play compared to the shit that unfolded in front of my eyes.And this one, motherfucking damn it, hurt as hell.I had a kid. Jesus Christ, I had two. Two boys that looked like shit because their pussy as fuck mother couldn’t tell me about them.She’d tried to run.Like a fucking pussy, she’d tried to run and for the fuck of it, I was ready to shoot. I was ready to shoot her brains the minute my two kids called her their mother.One of them looked like me while the other had inherited her caramel hair. Fuck!Whipping out my cell, I made a call angry as fuck at the turn of events.He answered on the first ring.“I don’t care whether she’s your responsibility or not. We land, I’m taking out my shit on her”“By killing her?” Berkely countered and the thought of it didn’t sound too bad.It didn’t matter whether she was the mother of my kids. Falling for those gravy-like eyes and an angelic face was way past my MO.She was st
NICOLEI WANT MY KIDS.Three words that alarmed me beyond words. Our boys sleeping on my lap, my eyes glossy I searched for his gaze in the narrow front view mirror.“You can’t take them away from me. They are my kids”“You put them in danger!” his voice sounded like metal being scraped against another metal. Terrifying and so true and I hated myself at that moment.“I did what I had to do to keep them safe”“What’s that supposed to mean?”I would fight for my boys. Even if it meant going against the man, I thought of every damn second of the day.“They’ll never forgive you if you take them away from me”, I almost resorted to tears knowing damn well if Cannon filed for custody I would be separated from my kids.I’d spent time with Luke’s lawyers to know enough about what was ethical and not ethical.Case scenario, not telling Callan about his kids. My kids going hungry for two days because I fell into a trap. Let’s not forget the injuries on them. Everything aforementioned being like a