CANNON
COME THE FUCK ON. She really thought I didn`t want to fuck her? That was the one thing going in my fucking mind since I saw her naked.
And a junkie? Not gonna lie, I thought she was a junkie the very first time I saw her but if she was, the withdrawal symptoms would have divulged themselves by now.
Plus, I had been in the marines long enough to know how a junkie operated. Being in the Marines didn`t just come with some fucking honorary mentions and some badges, no man after being subjected to years of war came back the same.
I wasn`t the fucking same and I didn`t regret it one bit. Some resorted to drugs for PTSD becoming junkies in the process and shit while I? I continued doing what I fucking did best and that was pulling the trigger.
And I was damn good at it. Guns and sex were my life and I was fucking satisfied but here I was years later, worshipping a pussy like it was the only shit and anchor holding me together.
I didn`t think.
With her, there was no time to think because she tested me.
She fucking pushed all my buttons till I was nothing short of horny and agitated.
She said she fucking gave me consent, only she didn`t understand what she had done. That was what I longed to hear her say since the very instant I spanked that ass.
I wanted her to be submissive to me like no woman had and that made me shitty.
And once I did this, I would break her.
I would show her I wasn`t the prince-charming she read in books or the fucking pricks in suits she went to dates with. I fucked, I fucked hard and that was it.
No commitments, no attachments but purely sex. That was how I operated and she wasn`t going to change that.
I wasn’t going to fuck her. I might have been a dick but I wasn`t a heartless prick. Fucking her in the back seat of our company`s escalade wasn`t just me. If I wanted to fuck her, I’d need a bed. A bed to stretch around with her till her body was limp and sore against mine.
I`d give her an orgasm. An orgasm like she hadn`t experienced in her life and I’d warn her that if I did fuck her, it would just be that. Sex. I wasn`t going to commit shit and I certainly wasn`t going to be her man or give her my heart, whatever shit women thought when they thought they had found the one.
When my hands touched her core, her folds all bare and ready for me, I held back a groan.
Fucking brat didn`t have any panties. Fuck. Fuuck.
My other hand went to her neck knowing instantly that I would regret this.
“Cannon”, her voice came out rugged and her eyes drunk me in as if she was starving as if I was her God damn savior and I hated it.
This was why I couldn`t fuck her, she would get too attached, making plans about us when I couldn`t offer her more than my dick.
“Please”
Again, with the fucking submissiveness! It was such a turn on, I could have had her there and then but I didn`t.
Like the fucking gentleman I wasn`t, I pulled away. I pulled away from her, got out of the fucking car, opened the door to the driver`s seat and pretty soon I was back on the road ignoring the fact that there was a brunette in the rear seat with her legs wide open for me and without panties.
Women like her didn`t deserve to be fucked by guys like me, the sooner I learnt that the easier this job would get.
I called Nance telling her I would be pulling up in her shabby driveway in a few. With the ongoing silence, by the time I parked my car outside Nance`s house I was fucking relieved to be out of my escalade.
“Callan!”
I hated my name but leave it to my sister to yap it to the whole world. She came running, launching her body at me and I had to give her a little pat reminding myself I would give her the little talk of me not being the emotional type or in need of hugs.
“Callan?”
The brunette I had hardly talked to since we got back in the car spoke behind me. My sister`s blue eyes locked on me then on the brunette behind me, she fucking eyed me suspiciously.
“You brought a- “
“Client. She`s the client I was talking to you about”, I interrupted before she got any ideas because Nancy was always like our mother.
Dreaming shit for me that wouldn`t come true. I hadn`t brought a girl home, no that wasn`t me. The only reason I had dragged the drama queen behind me was because I had no choice.
“Well client, you have a name?”
“Nicole. I`m Nicole”
Her voice came out strained and I couldn`t tell whether it was from the cold that blew like the devil or her general uncomfortableness around me.
“You inviting us in or what?” I broke up the little sentimental greeting going on between both women.
“Where`s Sy?’
Hanging my coat on the rack, I looked around for my seven-year-old nephew the smell of mac n` cheese and wine hitting my nostrils. Nance who was busy taking Nicole`s coat from her eyed me with a nervous smile.
“I called you and Gunner”
My anger flared.
“You said you had a client, I didn`t think you would come so I called Gunner to help me out. Cal, he-he helped. Sy`s feeling better”
Of course, he tried to help. Fucking tried to ease the guilt of leaving my sister pregnant without any support. He might have been my brother in the marines but he stopped being that the minute he knocked up my sister and left her to fend for herself.
“I was on my way, Nance. You didn`t need to call that fucker because I`ll always show up for you and Sy any day”
Tightening the strands of her robe, she hugged herself guiltily and my client eyed me as if I was being harsh.
“What was I supposed to do? You are always out on suicide missions doing God knows what and Gunner? Cut him some slack, Cal. He`s here, he`s trying his best to make up for lost time with Sy”
“He had six years to show up for Sy and he didn`t!”
The women in front of me flinched and I hated myself for lashing out.
“I`ll check up on Sy. Keep Nicole entertained”
With one gaze at the brunette and how her fucking eyes emitted rage directed at me, I disappeared upstairs.
“Hey kiddo”
I hated waking him up but I needed to confirm that the kid was okay. What did Gunner know about kids anyway? The fucker lived alone in the mountains like a fucking wolf, never once trying to reach out to his kid until months ago.
My nephew stirred in his sleep, his blue eyes peering at me in excitement.
“Uncle Cal”
He squealed, shoving away his goofy spiderman covers and lunging himself at me. He definitely was his mother`s kid.
“You don`t look sick to me. You fucking weigh a ton”
And he parted from me only to give me an eyebrow rise.
“You said a bad word”
No shit.
“Who says it`s a bad word?”
His blue eyes gazing at me, his lush brown hair that he inherited from Gunner covering his forehead, he smiled showing his upper toothless gums that weren`t there before the last I visited. Come to think of it, he had grown at least two feet high than the last I saw him.
“Mom and my teacher. My teacher says those who cuss do it to compenasate for their lack of morals”
Compensate. The word was compensate, but I didn`t correct him, instead I wondered what school he was in and what sort of teacher taught him.
“So, you think I lack morals?”
“I don`t know what morals are”
Fair enough.
I placed a hand on his forehead pushing his hair away. Nance was right his fever was gone but that didn`t mean I would send Gunner a freaking gift basket for being father of the year.
“You don`t have to worry, Uncle Cal. Uncle Noah said I won`t get sick again because I’m big and tough like him”
Of course, he did. He fucking told him his name too so that the kid could get used to him. I wasn`t buying Gunner`s whole I’m converted in the blood of Jesus shit. He never cared about his kid or Nance, why the change of heart? Did he fucking realize he was nearing his death bed and suddenly had a change of heart?
“And do we like Noah?”
Even mentioning his name left a pit of rage in my stomach fueling slowly by the second.
“He seems okay. He was a hero too just like you”, his eyes lit up, “plus he makes mom smile. She hasn`t had wine with anyone in the past or cooked mac n` cheese for anyone but me”
And that was the last time they`d drink wine together, I wouldn`t let Gunner near them again.
“Okay time for bed smarty pants”
“Uncle Cal?”
“Mmmh”
“Will you visit us again?”
I couldn`t make any promises but I would try to be there for Nance and him as much as I could.
Perhaps they were better off away from me than close to me. My line of work wasn`t exactly delivering unicorns to kids but protecting civilians from shit like drug cartel lords. The last thing I wanted was to bring men with guns near my sister and her kid.
The deserved a good life, not one with Gunner or me because people like us attracted trouble without lifting a finger.
“I’ll try—”
One shot.
One piercing shot that broke the window downstairs rung in my ears and I pulled my gun from the holster at my side standing up as if I had been struck by lightning.
“Uncle Cal. W-What was that?” the kid asked and I held onto my 9mm pulling the curtain to the side only to see a McLaren parked across the street that wasn`t there before.
Fuck!
I turned to the kid who had tears welling in his eyes and I felt fucking threatened and afraid. If that car belonged to who I thought it was then everyone in this house was in danger.
I knelt on the floor one of my hands on his shoulder.
“Remember how I taught you to hide from your mom when we played hide and seek?” he nodded, “Sy, I’m going to need you to hide in your closet and remain very quiet okay? Don`t come out till I tell you to. You have your headphones, right? Listen to some music and hey, mom`s gonna be okay”
I hoped.
Stealthily, I made my way downstairs, my clip full, my 9mm in my hands ready to shoot on sight. Being fucking careful, I entered the living room, my trigger finger ready to press only what I saw wasn`t what I was fucking expecting.
Blood.
An unconscious body surrounded in a pool of blood.