Twins for my Alpha Ex-bodyguard

CANNON

JESUS CHRIST. When my boss at B & A told me that my client was a fucking mess, the last thing I expected was to find a strung-out junkie dancing completely naked at a music festival for something called `five seconds of summer`.

"How`s the view Cannon? Pretty chic, huh? Bet you are missing the Marines right about now, aren`t you?"

Fucking Jason spoke over the comms nearly making me deaf with his pussy ass voice. At least I wasn`t him though, two weeks with the naked broad in front of me and he had run like a scared puppy to our boss asking for a new client. I didn`t drop clients, heck I was best at what I did because I was resilient in everything, I put my effort to and no naked ass would change that.

'You might be a pussy, but am not. Cut the fucking line while I take care of your client", I growled adjusting the ear piece in my ear.

"I admire your bravery, Cannon but you are going to need a whole lot more to deal with her. She`s a loose cannon', and he chuckled intending to make sure I got the pun before he got off the line.

I glared at the raven-haired beau naked as a baby`s ass while she flaunted her curves at her coke-inhaling groupies. Jason was right, she was trouble. She smelled like trouble but trouble never made me falter anytime in life.

Being a marine meant running towards trouble rather than running away from it. Being a Force Recon in the Marines made me do shit no man should have ever witnessed so a naked twenty-something brunette didn`t scare me at all.

On the contrary, I'd enjoy spanking that heart-shaped ass and showing her who was in control. There was no way she would ruin the new leather seats of my escalade with that sweaty ass. With as much stealth as possible, I made my way through the hurdle of the punk asses jumping like bewitched goths at a rock n roll festival.

Two strides and I was behind her checking out the line at her back that led to her jiggling ass and those toned legs that ran all day. Removing my jacket, I grunted placing it around her shoulders as the warm ghastly breeze girdled my body.

"What? What do you think you are doing?"

And the drama began. Fuck me!

Turning around, her doe eyes on me she held on my jacket staring at me like I was one of her fucking enemies.

I took a close look at her and the pictures that prick Jason sent did her no justice. With freckles on her nose, her black hair voluminous, her lips luscious like any woman`s her age (though calling her woman was a bit of stretch. Women didn`t behave like she did), her face looked like one of those models from Victoria`s secret. The ones I'd fuck for the night and still find them in my bed wanting a second round.

Her brows creased and realized she was too high to see squat let alone stand on her two feet. One of her groupies, a lanky guy that looked like the perfect poster child for malnutrition and AIDS ads, stood in front of her in a silly attempt of trying to protect her.

If I wanted, heck I wanted to, I would punch that fucking face in but I didn`t. The last thing I wanted was to attract attention at a place like this. Rule number one of being a bodyguard was, staying away from the lime light. Attracting attention meant endangering the client. And the fucking client was our top priority.

'Tough luck, muscle puff. You are not her type", he said, his stinky ass fuck cocktail breath clouding my senses.

'Who said I want to be her type? Perhaps the lady has a mouth to speak for herself doesn`t she?' I challenged the coke-on-legs trying to act like a fucking hero.

'What a dumbass!' he beleaguered and the little restraint I had evaporated like steam into air.

Unholstering my 9mm, I pointed the gun at his temple,

"You fucking speak to me like that and I'll cut your throat with my pocket knife before pushing one bullet through your skull. Now, step aside! 'I barked and he moved, shaking his legs as if at any moment he`d shit his pants.

"I-I don`t know you. D-did Carlos send you?" she asked and for a moment I would have bought her sorry ass fuck voice but I didn`t.

The brunette in front of me had cracked five top bodyguards from B & A. Five of which included my mates from the marines. Jason being among them.

'I`m your new security detail and we have to leave. Now', I demanded and that smart mouth of hers opened up staggering as she tried to speak.

"Daddy sent another bodyguard to control me? How fucking original!'

Her lips curled in a cynical smile and I holstered my gun back at my waistband. Bold and calculating ways to get rid of me, her eyes gazed at me.

"You can go, now. I don`t need a crazy babysitter pulling guns on my friends'

I was far from being a babysitter. I would shut that mouth of hers and fucking make her obedient. She was a spoilt ass and of course I'd expected her to put a little show in retaliation but this? This was a whole level of sad and disappointing.

'It was not a question; it was an order. Either we go peacefully or I'll have to carry your naked ass out of here"

Her nose scrunched up, new lines formed on her forehead and she pointed an accusing finger in my direction,

'Just who do you- '

Oh, fuck my life!

Doing something I never thought I would do in my entire life; I grabbed a naked and screaming mayor`s daughter over my shoulders making my way to the parking.

'You are a bastard", she screeched slamming the dashboard hard with her little hands. That must have hurt but I didn`t give a shit as long as there were no bullet holes in her body let alone a scratch on her.

"You won`t say anything? Back there you seemed to have plenty to say"

She gazed at me again and I fixed my eyes on the road trying to get her home as soon as possible. And once I took her home and ensured she was safe, I would hop at Cougar`s, dunk down a bottle of Jack before calling it a night with an arm candy sucking me off at my place.

"Fine, don`t speak let`s all stay quiet till thy kingdom comes", she commented reclining in her seat as my leather jacket rode up her thigh giving me a sneak peek of the skin on her inner thighs.

"Why were you naked?' I asked regretting it the very minute I did.

"Why do you get naked?' she retaliated and I should have bought that as a sign. She was telling me to mind my own business and like the fucking doofus I was, I answered her.

'Because my dick can`t stay in my pants when I'm horny. Now, why were you naked at the festival?'

She gazed at my junk, then at my face before saying,

'For attention. I did it for attention, okay?'

Jesus, how old was she? Eighteen? Stripping in front of a billion of people for attention was fucking stupid and immature and-

"Go ahead. Judge me like you know me"

'What you did was dumb'

"You pulled a gun on my friend, who`s dumb now?'

"Still, you"

"You motherfucking dumb as shit ass- "

Oh, for the love of God.

I upped the pace, driving the escalade like a mad man while I heard her squirm next to me.

"Stop! Oh my god you are going to get us killed. Stop! I said stop, you asshole!"

And I stopped, my blood boiling at her nonsense.

"The name`s Cannon. Not asshole, not motherfucker, not dumb but Cannon. Disrespect me one more time and I'll show what attention looks like"

Half an hour later, I was pressing the call button to the elevator that led to her penthouse on the twentieth floor. The same silence followed and I bathed in it. Conversing with clients had never been my MO because clients like the one standing next to me, treated people like us like garbage.

Once the elevator doors parted, I grabbed her arm walking down the hall that led to her penthouse.

"Key card?" I asked and she shrugged her shoulders stating the obvious.

"The only thing on me is your jacket"

I scrubbed a hand over my face my gaze at the door. Then I noticed it, the slight space between the door handle and the door.

"Did you leave your door open?"

"Why would I do that?"

Shit! Before I could pull my gun out, my phone buzzed and I picked it up.

"We`ve got a problem"

Double shit!

NICOLE

MY HEAD HURT as I tried opening my heavy eyelids. The light coming from the light white curtains nearly blinded me as I hugged the comforter tighter. Only, my comforter wasn`t grey but white, it didn`t smell of musk or spice but lavender. I sat up regretting that very decision when my right hand hurt.

My eyes popped out of their sockets as I stared at the metallic cuffs cuffing me to the king-sized bed. This was definitely not my room and I was definitely not in my bed.

Yesterday`s nightly escapades came to mind and I groaned at the headache that came along with it. I was drunk, I was dancing...I was naked.

"No, no!" I cried pushing the covers from my body with my left hand.

I had clothes on! Shit, Nix! Shit! Shit!

I really did it this time. Scared out of my wits, I pressed my legs together a surge of relief washing over me that I didn`t feel sore or penetrated. I believe the correct word was, raped.

Wriggling my wrists against the bed, I tried yanking the cuffs but God knew, I was too thin to pull them off. I can`t remember the last time I visited the gym. Hell, I can`t remember the last time I ate a proper meal that wasn`t salad or some shit my dad told my trainer to give me.

"Hello? Is someone there? Help!"

And the door I hadn`t noticed existed, creaked open. I retreated to the headboard preparing myself for any psycho that stormed through that door.

Instead of a psycho, someone else walked in. Instead of the usual junkies that surrounded me, someone else walked in.

Holy.

Cow.

He was fucking hot and huge like a freaking beast with unbelievably huge muscles. My eyes glided over his naked chest. Chiseled abs, a heavy contoured V-line, a screen-worthy jawline and black hair with a neat buzz-cut that screamed military.

Not even the numerous boyfriends my dad had set me up with over the past years could compare to his looks. Hell, they didn`t come close to the goliath of a man eyeing me like a cockroach invading his personal bubble.

He tipped his chin like some sort of greeting.

He freaking tipped his chin at me and everything from yesterday came washing in like a tsunami.

"What you did was dumb"

"Not asshole, not motherfucker, not dumb but Cannon"

Fuck! The dumb as fuck bodyguard from yesterday.

"Get me out of here", I lashed and he leaned against the door frame a surly leer dominating his face.

Fucking asshole.

"NO", he said and I scoffed unbelievably and my nerves shot at once at his low guttural intimidating voice.

"I'm your boss and I'm telling you to uncuff me. Do you know who I am?"

"Nicole Brie Montenegro. Daughter of Luis Montenegro, Mayor of Key West. 24 years old. Quit business school. Started sniffing coke as early as this year. Friends with Sasha Byers and a few junkies I'm too lazy to mention and now? You are currently trending for putting your naked ass out there for the world to see. Did I miss anything? If I did, feel free to add some more"

Tongue-tied. I was at a loss of words feeling so naked and bare to him. Feeling his scrutinous eyes undressing every wall I had built up since my mother`s death.

I hated this new bodyguard. I hated my father for assigning the man standing in front of me.

And I especially hated the fact that his penetrating gaze sent shivers between my legs. That his voice which was less baritone and more vibration sent me swooning over how good it would feel to have his hands all over my body.

Dear god! This was a first. I never thought about sex. Heck, I never had sex. One because I was scared and two because I wanted to do it with the right guy.

But all that didn`t matter, I danced naked yesterday around a bunch of people who probably knew me. My ass was trending around on social media and I could only imagine my daddy`s reaction to it. Might as well as said, I broke my virginity.

My eyes lingered at my clothes, my mouth forming an O. Did he?

"I didn`t fuck you", he said sternly and my nose flared at his crudeness.

'But you saw me naked", I finished the statement my eyes betrayingly falling at his V-line. If he removed that short, how big would he be?

Jesus Christ, this wasn`t me.

"Relax princess. I didn`t see anything I haven`t seen before"

And whatever crush I had for my bodyguard trampled on the ground. He was letting me know that whatever thoughts I had about him wouldn`t happen because he had seen naked women his entire life. At least not in this lifetime and that hurt me for some reason.

No one wanted the junkie little mayor`s daughter because she was a fucking nut. That was what the tabloids said and this was Miami. People believed the internet more than they did reality.

I wasn`t a junkie. Yesterday was a mistake. The party at South Beach was a mistake where my then boyfriend drugged me.

"Get me out of these cuffs", I glanced at him pulling the fakest puppy dog eyes I could on him. They worked on my previous bodyguards, who`s to say the man in front of me wasn`t as dumb as the rest of them meat heads from B & A.

"Depends"

Asshole. "On what?"

"Your attitude"

Was he serious right now? My attitude was fine, his however needed a change.

"Fine. I`ll change my attitude", I lied. I would run away from him, the very first thing he uncuffed me. My dad was wrong if he thought I would easily comply to his wishes of being watched 247.

"Words won`t get your hand out of those cuffs"

"What do you want? Money? Sex?" I shrieked feeling myself lose the little sanity I was holding.

Eyes blazing, it took two strides for him to get to the bed. Six and a half feet of muscled gladiator stood in front of me and I regretted the words that came out of my mouth. The shorts he had worn did nothing to hide the big cock he was sporting on. My breathing became rugged and I forgot about the cuffs.

My blood rushed down, my pussy clenching in a way that screamed need. A need that wanted to be devoured, to be conquered. A need that made my clit throb and ache for touch. I had never been thirsty and hungry like I was now. Not for food but for something else.

He bent over.

My throat parched like I was in the freaking Sahara Desert.

He strode on top of the bed,

I vibrated between my legs.

His penetrating stare landed on me.

My breath hitched and I bit my lips nervously like a six-year-old.

My heart palpitated sending shivers that made me feel cold all of a sudden. When he took my hand in his, I could feel my core start to slowly detonate like a bomb.

Then in a flash he unlocked my cuff and did the last thing I expected.

He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, his breath fanning my ear and his voice left his mouth,

"I don`t need you or your money and two, I don`t fuck clients"

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.