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
CANNONCANNON JUNIORS, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THATPindrop whispered and for the most part of it, I ignored the fucker.My associates wouldn’t know what this felt like it even if it hit them like an IED blast from a ten-foot radius. My boys lay on the bed in the witness room and the fucking sight in front of me was enough to wish that they stayed in my home forever. That they lived with me for an eternity, heaven be damned.Too scared to even touch them, my large as fuck hands leant at the edge of the bed. Tainted, scarred, I didn’t want to pass my sins to them.I didn’t want the ink that tainted my damn life to taint theirs. I was their father but at the same time I was a God damn soldier who had more blood on his hands than a murder weapon. And for the first time in my life, I was fucking prepared to leave the rogue life behind me.No more guns.No more missions.And no more motherfucking bodyguarding.Living in a cute suburban house with a white picket fence surrounding me sounded as bo
NICOLEHETEROPATERNAL SUPERFECUNDATION, that's what the doc had explained and upto now I still couldn't grasp anything.Old me would have laughed at my situation, at the odds of my life turning into the telenovela I used to watch on Telemundo.New me however was terrified to the core. Lucas was Connor's father and he knew about it and he wanted us back. The thought of going back to him irked me worse than drinking pickle juice.My hands brushed Connor's hair while Jr snored to my left. How did things go so downhill?How did my life end up like this? And my sons. God knew things had changed so drastically.Lucas was a monster and I'd be a fool if I let him get close to Connor or Jr for that matter.The car we were in moved at a slow pace and I watched the trees swing at a carefree tempo and at the moment I envied that.I envied the freedom the barks of wood had. Swinging with the breeze, doing whatever the fuck they wanted.But this was freedom right? What I had at the moment was freed
CANNON“This is you starting a normal life with your woman and your kids beside you. Enjoy you fucking retirement Asher don’t whine at everything like Jason does”Jason was a whiny pussy, everyone knew that and although I had sworn, I wouldn’t fall in that category, shit around me was making no fucking sense.“I hate people, you fucking know that”“Don’t we all? But for the first time, soldier, shit ain’t about you only. They have to lead normal lives. Blend in with people if you want them to survive from the fucker that’s after them”Berkely’s translation for, the limp dick who thought he would survive if he tried to take me on.Lucas Hawkins wasn’t a shark in my world, he was a mere tad pole growing his skin and I would kill him any day if he tried to come close to me and my family.“I’ll kill him before he does so”, I roared my grip on the phone hard enough to break it.“Hey that’s our job. Your job is to be there for them, now for safety precautions lose the number Cannon”“How su