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

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

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

CANNONEASY PEASY, LEMON FUCKING SQUEEZY.Except it wasn’t that easy, not by a long shot it wasn’t.“In the army huh. My cousin was a seal of some sort, five years in the TEAMS and he came back as a nutjob”, Ted or Jake ( I couldn’t fucking tell them apart anyway) said and I swallowed his insinuation of ‘ all military men are fucking nuts’ with a small forced smile.Try watching your pals blow into smithereens and then tell me how you would react after. We weren’t necessarily whack in the head but whatever shit we saw in the open field stayed imbued in us like a fucking drug.So, to Ted’s statement, I simply looked him in the eye and fought the urge to ask him whether he had ever shot anything except his seed in his wife’s pussy. I wouldn’t be surprised if his kids weren’t his anyway. He looked like a bad shot. In fucking everything. I could bet my money on it.“He was always a nutjob, Frank”, Billy said beside me handing me a mug of the shit liquor I had tried so hard to stay away fr

CANNONLEONARD ARKINSON was the type of man to show up with ill fitted pleated khakis and a tweed jacket with suede elbow patches at a beer party.On this fine morning however, I had spotted the dick and his SUV right before he could cough up that lazy Brad fucking Pitt smile that must have worked on a ton of women in this town. Throwing off one of those British Vogue looks of ‘best dressed men’, Mr. Tailored suit stood by his car waiting for my wife.Can’t lie that I thought about how fast it would be to put a bullet through his head from where I was standing. It would take like what? Two seconds? Two fucking seconds to end the moron before he even knew what hit him.Nicole showed up a few seconds later and I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to use my god damn Swiss knife to pop the eyes of the smarmy bastard. If him licking his lips wasn’t a fucking sign he liked what he saw, then his pants tautening at his crotch was a clear fucking indication he was turned on.And Nicole?Da