Breaking Cannon

10.

Maddox POV

Calen shows me what is to be my room. It's the biggest room I've been in. The bed has to be a king size, with a huge white duvet and about 100 pillows. I want to run and do a swan dive, but I don't want to give him the satisfaction of me loving it. There's a bathroom that connects to it, with everything I'll need. Calen says I'm to make myself presentable and put the outfit that lies on the bed on.

The outfit consists of a black, satin form fitting dress with spaghetti straps that goes to about mid thigh, with a pair of delicate black strappy heels. I put it on and quickly realize that it does absolutely nothing to cover the myriad of scars, burns and bruises my father has so lovingly bestowed upon me. Not to mention the still healing whip marks. I huff and march to the bedroom door, throwing it open. I'm met with Calens large back.

If I wasn't held hostage, these men would be gorgeous.

"Calen, I can't wear this."

He turns towards me and rolls his eyes.

"Well, that's really too bad." He says.

I push past him and stomp down the stairs to Cannon.

"Cannon, I can't wear this."

He looks me up and down, as if he's judging for myself.

"Looks fine to me."

I sigh and turn around, looking over my shoulder at him.

"Yeah? Does whoever we're meeting have a thing for beaten women?"

Pity flashes across his face for just a split second. I only notice it because everyone reacts that way when they first notice the scars. I whip around quickly.

"Listen, I don't need your pity. Just a new outfit." I say more towards the ground than to him. Embarrassment washes through my body. I hated when people saw these. Especially people I'm trying to not show any weakness to.

"I'll have a new dress sent up." He says, while returning to his phone.

I run a brush through my hair, apply light mascara and lipgloss. I hear Calen knock on the door and I go answer it. In his hands is a beautiful black trench coat dress, tights and thigh high black boots.

"Aww. Pick this out yourself?" I sneer.

He just hands me the clothes, with the same look in his eyes as Cannon briefly had.

"Keep looking at me like that and I'll spoon your eyes out."

I slam the door and get dressed. I make sure that I look presentable and get ready to leave. I need to make Cannon happy, so Jax stays safe. If that means obeying him for the time being, then so be it.

I walk down the stairs into the large room that we were in before. As I walk down I see Cannon leaning casually against the counter, typing away at his phone. He's dressed in a black dress shirt with ¾ sleeves with black slacks and dress shoes. His rings sparkle as he runs a hand through his hair. I reach him and stand awkwardly. He finally looks up and assesses me. His eyes rake down my body, making me want to shrink from the sheer intensity of his gaze.

He finally brings his eyes to meet mine.

"Took you long enough. Follow me and keep up. We're late." He grumbles. All hints of the man that showed me emotion are replaced with the cold, hard exterior that I'm familiar with.

I follow as quickly as I can behind him. Having only worn heels a handful of times in my life, I'm extremely unstable. Especially with the pace that his long, toned legs are setting.

We finally make it to the car. He opens the door and motions for me to get in the back seat first.

"A true gentleman." I say.

He just rolls his eyes and proceeds to get in next to me.

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to flirt with one of my clients. I suspect that he's turned on us so I need him drunk and vulnerable. You'll get him to take you to his car. I'll take it from there."

I stare at him in disbelief.

"And what on Earth makes you think that he'll have any interest in me? I'm not exactly likeable." I say.

Cannon chuckles. Actually chuckles. It might have been the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, if he hadn't been treating me like a piece of ass.

"I know you're not, sweetheart. But let's not pretend that you're ugly. You have the looks. All you need to do is act naive and innocent. Can you do that?"

The words coming out of his mouth are a question, but there's a clear underlying message. I do this, or Jax pays.

"I don't know how to do innocent." I mumble, biting my lip and casting my eyes to the floor of the car.

He places his index finger under my chin and uses his thumb to pull my bottom lip from beneath my teeth. My eyes flutters to his and I suddenly feel like there's not enough air in the car. My face heats up even further as he leans in so that his lips are brushing my ear. I'm completely entranced by his smell, his touch, him. I feel my breath start to pick up in fear, and something else? My thoughts are interrupted as he whispers:

"Just like that, gorgeous. Look at him like you just looked at me and he'll be wrapped around your little finger."

With that, he drops my chin and scoots away, leaving me scrambling to collect myself. I press my cold hands to my cheeks in an attempt to cool them down. I glance back over and see the smallest smirk play across his lips.

That motherfucker.

I'm not someone's plaything. He wants to go down this road? I'll lead the way.