CANNON
EIGHT HOURS.
She was in there for eight God damn hours and that made me angsty and angry as ever. She didn`t get the right to be mad, I did. I was the fucking moron running after her. I was the fucking moron worrying over her safety. Worrying over her stubbornness getting both of us killed.
I spanked her but I didn`t fuck her and that like every woman I had denied the chance to suck me off, made her mad. I regretted it though; God knew I wanted to do more than slap that ass.
It took every bit of restraint not to sink my cock inside that wet pussy of hers. God damn it! I hated how my cock twitched for her, how my body reacted to her as if she was some special woman.
I never did special. I never believed in that love shit because it didn`t exist. There was no special pussy that would change me or my ways. I knew myself and I took glory in who I was. All women were the same and all pussies were the same.
If she wanted to starve herself then she might as well have because I didn`t give a shit. I was horny and I was frustrated.
God, I needed to be laid.
I needed to dump this client as soon as I could but that only made me look like a pussy like the rest of my buddies in B&A.
Checking out the CCTVs, analyzing every damn inch of my place, waiting for Berkely`s calls for about an hour, I did the last thing I thought I would.
I cooked for a woman.
The rice simmered down and I seasoned the steak like my pops taught me. It was the only shit he taught right in all of his years of being a dad.
You ain`t a Texan, if you can`t grill your meat right, he would always say.
While I wasn`t one to bask in the perks of being Texan or horses or barns or cowboy boots, I rather considered myself some sort of Gordon Ramsay when it came to grilling meat. With the food already, I took my trusty tablet checking up on the brat.
She`d changed the jeans and the tank top. Instead, what she had on was one of my long shirt dresses from the Marines, her dark hair up in a messy bun as she checked up on her nails no doubt wondering when her next nail appointment was due.
Fucking spoilt.
I placed the tablet on the countertop hardly moving when my phone rung.
About fucking time.
“Jesus fucking Christ”
“I know. I know but things got messy. Luis Montenegro was taken right under our noses”
My boss explained and I scrubbed a hand over my face. This was the last thing I fucking expected.
“I thought Blaze and Pindrop were handling it”
“We got ambushed. Sixteen to three”
I would have fucking taken them out no problem.
“They were fucking Navy trained, boy. No, you could not have taken them down”
My boss was a fucking mind reader and a good shitty person at convincing Marines on putting their skills into B&A.
“So, what`s the plan? Infiltrate and extract, if they haven`t killed him yet?”
Giovanni didn`t leave any man to tell the tale. The mayor might as well have been six feet under this very instant.
“They haven`t killed him, Flames would have given me the signal if they did”
“I thought he was in Russia”
“Well, his mission led him to Giovanni`s gang. Don`t ask him how”
I didn`t want to even know. Flames was the one guy in B&A no one wanted to know about. The fucker was not only tall than the rest of us, he was brutal, fucking killing people like wild pigs, he was the silent one among the twenty-five of us but that shouldn`t have fooled you.
After all, he didn`t get the name flames for playing with matchsticks but for killing fifty people with gun powder, setting them ablaze like barbeque in a summer party.
“That`s one hell of an extraction send Jason over, I’ll gear up and join you”
I would have taken any mission at this point just to be as far away from the broad upstairs as possible.
“That`s why I called, Cannon. You are the only man I trust to keep an eye on the mayor`s daughter”
“You want me to fucking babysit? I`ve been babysitting her ass in my damn house for hours”
“And doing a great job at it. You are my only man who hasn`t called me seconds after interacting with her. I picked well”
I didn`t call because I wasn`t a fucking ten-year-old. Whining and complaining wasn`t for a man who had seen more raw meat and blood in the battle field than a wild animal.
“You don`t pay me enough, Berkely. Not for this type of shit you don`t”
He chuckled.
“I know. Now try your best not to fuck the client this time”
“I can`t make any promises”
And I hung up, heaving a silent Hail Mary before I walked upstairs and tried coercing the raven-haired beau to eat something.
“Food`s ready”, I knocked and she didn`t say shit.
“I’ve got no fucking time for melodrama, Montenegro”, I knocked again even though I knew damn well I could knock down the door with one go at it.
“It`s Nicole. If you are going to be mean to me, at least get my name right”, she snorted back and I resisted the urge to let out a groan.
“Well, I call my clients by their surnames, get used to it”
Not really. The last redhead that was my client, I’d called her by her last name while I fucked her ass to oblivion.
But with this client, I didn`t want to fucking cross boundaries than I already had. Spanking her ass was one thing but being buddy-buddy with her was the last thing I wanted.
“Ooh so you call them by their first names when you are spanking them huh?”
“You opening this door or not, Nicole?”
She got me doing shit that I didn`t do on a normal day. While Jason, Blaze and Pindrop got to raid a fucking cartel, the biggest cartel in Florida, I was stuck babysitting a chick that ate my nerves every second and every God damn minute.
Two minutes later, she opened the door almost knocking me out with her scent. The scent that had lingered to her body like a second skin even after a shower.
I could smell my shampoo on her, my own scent on her and it was fucking gorgeous.
She was gorgeous with her face bare of makeup and not like the mess she was yesterday. Her hair everywhere, her mascara dripping over the non-water proof makeup. Now this was fucking purity standing on two legs and it turned me on like no one`s business.
“The only reason I’ll eat your food is because I have no choice. Don`t think for a second that I’m impressed by your shitty way of apologizing”
“Apologize for what?”
God, it felt good to rile her up. I knew what she meant and I knew she could see right through me but I put up my defenses like I had my entire life.
I was trying to apologize but not for what she thought. This was my way for apologizing for the fact that I couldn`t go further. For the fact that I didn`t do what my dick was telling me to and let her have it.
Fuck that clean shaven pussy like no man had and show her what it meant to have a real man take her to hell and back.
She squared her shoulders gazing at me before she said,
“Whatever”
And she walked down the hall as I watched that ass move away from me.
Approximately ten minutes later, she hadn`t dug in to her food and I shouldn`t have cared but I did. I`d seen her naked. I had practically washed off all the dirt on her body and clothed her. If I was being honest, that body needed an extra twenty pounds at the bare minimum.
She was unhealthily Victoria model thin which was ironical since her father`s pockets leaked money. If anyone in Miami deserved to be fat it was her. Money technically wasn`t the issue.
Hating myself for even asking, I asked,
“What`s wrong?”
“I don`t eat steak. I`m vegan”
That, I had to laugh. Who the fuck didn`t eat steak? It was the greatest thing us shitty humans could have discovered, not forgetting beer of course.
“Why? You afraid of eating Bambi or getting fat?”
“No, I’m not afraid of eating Bambi. I just don`t like calories, okay?”
Yap, she was afraid of getting fat and I couldn`t help but wonder whether it was by choice or something she had been instilled upon.
“You are scared of getting fat, aren`t you?” I asked amusedly.
“Okay, fine. You are right. My dad doesn`t like me eating such things. Being his daughter comes with a lot of rules”
“He`s not here you might as well start digging in”, I said wanting so bad to punch her father wherever he was.
Starving his daughter just to make sure she was in the right shape for the public that was just cruel and fucking stupid.
“You are twenty-four, Nicole. I`d like to think you are old enough to make your own decisions”
I urged. I of all people advised her. It had been long since I advised anyone let alone said nice convincing shit to anyone.
“Tell that to my dad”, she smiled warily taking her knife and fork before cutting a piece and putting it into her mouth,
And I would tell her father, the very instant that prick got saved from Giovanni`s men I would spit out to his face that his daughter wasn`t a robot he got to boss around but a human being.
“Cannon, this is-this is so good”, she said, a mouthful of rice and steak in her mouth.
I chuckled watching her devour the food like a kid tasting ice cream for the first time.
She was nice when she wasn`t being a brat or acting spoilt or involving her `daddy` every time she tried threatening me.
The sound of my phone reechoed before I could tell her that I would have a man to man talk with her dad. Make sure she ate whatever her heart and stomach desired.
“Damn it, Nance! Can`t. I got a client. What do you mean Sy has a fever? Fine, I`m on my way over”
“Where? Where are we going?”
My week couldn`t possibly get worse