Chapter 3 A life to get back to

CANNON

FUUCK! I lied. I fucked clients and I fucked them hard.

But she wasn`t a regular client. She was spoilt, she got on my nerves for the short span of time we were together and worse, she was the fucking mayor`s daughter. Fucking her would only land me in hot soup and the type of shit they wrote on tabloids.

I sauntered in the kitchen taking a bottle of water to calm my thirst and my hard as fuck cock. Not only was her insanely thin body a fucking turn-on, her attitude drove me bonkers. That smart mouth of hers made me think stupid shit like kissing her. Shit I didn`t think about when I drove my cock inside a woman.

And when she stared at me as if she was begging to get fucked, I almost lost all the scruples our boss and ex-military Berkely had instilled in us.

"Don`t even think about it, Cannon", I scolded feeling my dick harden at the sight of those doe hazel eyes peering at me as if I was some sort of hero or a prince.

I was far from being a hero. A hero didn`t kill for pleasure and that`s what I did. Enlisting at the age of eighteen, I deployed for training in the marines as a way of getting away from my father`s abusive ass. Three years later, I pulled the trigger at battle fields for sport, not for my country but for my own satisfaction.

Killing those bloody fuckers gave me pleasure until it was taken away from me. A fucking IED detonated in front of our vehicle and I was the only one who walked out alive. My brothers, God rest their souls, hadn`t been so lucky.

One year later, I was a fucking security detail together with other fallen marines. Though security detail was short for bodyguard and we all knew it. It still gave me pleasure being able to walk around with a gun on my side and having women to fuck every week for a night.

My burner phone rang against the counter and I fucking exhaled hoping for some good news.

"What`s up?" I barked expecting to hear my boss' voice on any updates about the whole issue with the cartel and the mayor.

Even with his daughter in my room, I still questioned what sort of fool our mayor was. Running with the cartel and then betraying them wasn`t something a sane man did. Especially if it was Giovanni`s cartel.

The fucker owned the biggest cartel in Florida and no one crossed him. The police themselves looked the other way at any illegal shit he did and the mayor fucking burnt Giovanni`s warehouses downtown? He was a dead man and his daughter as clueless as she was of the situation, was in danger.

And I as cursed as I was, I happened to be the bodyguard at her side hiding her from the said cartel men.

I was doomed.

"If you can still talk that means she hasn`t broken yet. Damn, Cannon you are a tough motherfucker aren`t you?"

Fucking moron.

"Put Berkely on the phone"

"can`t", he said coyly. I could already guess the grin on his face at my predicament. I could bet my lucky bullet that the fuckers at headquarters were gossiping about me like a bunch of chicks at a luau party. Stuck with Nicole Montenegro was everyone`s nightmare and it was slowly starting to become mine.

"Not in the fucking mood for games, Jason"

"I wish I was playing games. Berkely`s off racing against time to get the mayor to safety. Pindrop and Blaze are trying to take down Giovanni`s men. Flames is on a covert mission somewhere in Russia. I can`t pinpoint the location of the rest but I'm the only man left standing at HQ"

"What am I supposed to do with her?"

"You are worried about her? Cannon, you need fucking back up incase shit gets real. Giovanni`s men are after her too"

"My place is safe"

The last place Giovanni `s men would try to look for her was here. I just had to keep a safe distance from her and at the same time watch over her as if I was her rich nanny.

"You`ve learned nothing from me, rookie", Jason chuckled and I should have hung up but I entertained him. Jason bates was the happiest pretty boy I had ever come across and a real pain in the ass but he never said shit that wasn`t true. That`s why I disliked his ass.

"If we`ve all learned anything from working with Nicole Montenegro is that she is the real danger. That chick attracts trouble like lice. And rule number one about being her bodyguard, you don`t fucking leave her out of your sight"

"Fuck!" I cussed hanging up the phone and the minute I turned around...a saucepan. A saucepan of all things smacked my face and I fell to the ground.

The irony wasn`t lost as I thought about all the shit, I had been hit with over the years. Barrel of a rifle to my neck in Kirghizstan. Two IEDs near my legs. A fucking hand grenade at our camp in Afghanistan and yet none of those times did I ever got knocked out.

Ten years later someone had succeeded in knocking me out with a saucepan. A saucepan for God`s sake!

I pressed my hands against the kitchen floor using them to stand up. The ringing in my ears intensified and I touched the place on my head she smacked at. Yap, that was going to leave a bump.

Pulling a tablet from the top shelf, I turned it on eyeing the brunette trying to escape in my heavily guarded fortress. I had to admit she had guts. Smacking me like that. Catching me unaware, I almost applauded her but I couldn`t fucking control what I would do next.

I would punish her.

I would bend her over my knee and show her who was boss.

I would slap her ass so hard that pretty soon she would be begging me to stay.

Nicole Montenegro, she was a handful and I would break her. I would tone down that little spoilt attitude of hers and unravel her like an onion with layers.

Three minutes later I was out standing at my patio watching the mayor`s daughter trying to reach for my backyard wall dressed in nothing but my jeans and one of my tank tops. It was almost amusing. Amusing to see her five and a half height try to reach for a wall that was practically seven feet or so.

"You should have shot me instead of smacking me with a pan", I stated and she spun around looking like she`d seen a ghost. I wish I was a ghost and not me at the moment because the me standing in front of her was agitated.

And she didn`t want to see me agitated. I wasn`t the fun fucking uncles at parties. Hell, I wasn`t the tolerating all type of shit kind of guy. I didn`t have time for spoilt snobs and she`d just tested me. Tested my limits.

"Cannon", she purred my name softly and even though that was supposed to delay me from punishing her, my eyes still carried the same look of rage and disdain.

"I just wanted to go home", she said searching for my eyes but I didn`t give her the time day.

"Normal people ask for permission. They don`t fucking whack people in the head", I thundered and she took a step back gazing at the fake grass on my backyard.

"I know"

"I'm not like the weak ass bodyguards you used to play around with, Montenegro", I thrashed and she still didn`t face me, "and when I speak to you, you look at me, damn it!"

And her rich brown gleaning eyes peered at me suddenly and I stayed neutral pretending I didn`t feel shit.

"I have a life to get back to. What did you expect me to do?"

A life to get back to. A fucking drug cartel Lord wanted to kill her for her father`s misdeeds!

"I expected you to sit tight and not act like the fucking brat you were yesterday! You think I like being here with you? You think I like watching a 24-year-old woman like a fucking child because she`s too immature to be left alone?"

"I never asked you to take care of me!" she cried, tears falling down her cheeks with her little hands clenched into fists.

I didn`t intend to make her cry or rile her up so bad that her bust heaved up and down under my tank top as if she was trying so hard to breath. This was why I never settled for the melodramatic rich as fuck clients. I didn`t do drama and I hated drama as much as I hated snobs.

But someone had to get through to her. If we were going to live together, I couldn't put up with these types of shenanigans. What was next? She would gut me in my sleep?

"Well, your father paid handsomely to take care of you and I don`t care whether you want to go home or not. You are staying here till I'm told otherwise"

"I hate you", she spat acidly.

"As long as I get paid, I couldn`t give a shit about your feelings for me", I retorted, "get back in the house, Montenegro"

Her eyes turned away from me and I caught her gaze. Did she really think she could make a run for it to the little gate and jump over it. If she planned on doing it, then she was crazier than I first thought.

Her eyes adamant, her movement suggestive on what I had predicted, I warned her.

"You try to run and I'll catch you. I`ll catch up to you and the minute I do, I'll take you inside the house and I'll spank that little ass of yours till it`s sore"

I didn`t think she would do it but the little minx started running and within seconds I was running after her.