Breaking Cannon

14.

Maddox POV

I guess Cannon does have a heart. Who knew.

After the shower incident, I got dressed and headed out to the main room. Cannon is no where to be seen and for some reason, I'm disappointed. I see Jax sitting on the sofa and head over to him.

"Hey"

He turns towards me and scoots over.

"Hey, Mads. You okay?"

We both know the answer to that, but I nod my head nonetheless. He pulls me in for a quick side hug and lets me go. We both don't do touching. Products of abuse. Love that for us.

"The movie room is set up for you both." Calen says behind us. We get up and walk towards the room when he grabs my arm. I look up at him, furrowing my eyebrows. The man looks like he's on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry." He chokes out. "I swear to you. That won't happen again."

His eyes bore into mine and I offer him a small smile.

"Thank you, Calen." He lets go and I walk after Jax

...

We spend the day stuffing our faces with junk and watching all of our favorite movies and shows. After a lot of convincing, he finally agrees to watch The Vampire Diaries with me.

Team Damon till I die. I guess I have a thing for the hot, dangerous, homicidal types.

Day turns to night and we're still curled up in the massive blankets. I guess Jax has been on his own errands. I made him promise to be safe. I can't lose him. I hear the door open and see Cannons unmistakable figure walk into the room.

"Jax, Calen will take you back to where you're staying. With Dillon still out there, it isn't safe for y'all to be in the same place."

Jax gets up to walk out, stopping to ruffle my hair along the way.

"Mads please sleep. Even if you have to take your pills. We can't have a repeat of last time."

With that, he walks out with Calen.

I stay seated, unsure of what to say to the giant looming over me.

He walks over to me and gently moves my legs and sits under them, gently placing my legs over his. He reaches under the blankets and rests his hands on my thigh.

"Is this okay?"

I nod my head, not trusting my voice to speak. My heart races in my chest. His fingers on my skin feel electric.

"Maddox," his deep, husky voice fills the space between us. I could listen to him say my name forever.

Or moan it.

I collect myself and focus on what he's saying.

"I'm not good at this sort of thing. I know nothing I say will make you feel better. But he will pay. I promise you."

The look in his eyes is one full of hatred and rage. I know that look, and so I believe him. He removes his hand from my leg and stands up.

"Cannon?" I call out. He turns and looks over his shoulder.

"He's mine."

He smirks. Amusement flashing across his grey eyes. He simply nods and walks out, leaving me to gather myself.

"Come get me if you can't sleep. I have something that will help."

I bet you do.
...

Cannons POV

"Little bears," she calls out. "Dinner."

I race down the stairs with my brothers and try to get the 'good seat'. My brother gets there first and an argument breaks out.

"Hush, boys. He'll hear."

We all snap our mouths closed and take whatever spot we can find. I sit across from my brother. He smirks and kicks me under the table. I kick back.

"Can't you boys ever behave?!" He bellows. I look down at my lap and mutter a 'sorry sir.'

We eat in silence.

"After dinner, Cannon, meet me in my study." He says. Panic courses through my body as I give a small nod. My appetite leaves my body and I feel frozen in place.

After the dinners are cleared, it's time for me to go upstairs.

My mother comes up to me and grabs my face.

"Go now, sweet boy. You'll only make it worse if you stall."

I walk up the stairs and into his study.

"Time to make a man out of you." He snarls. His alcohol scented breath invades my every sense as the world goes dark.

I jolt awake in a cold sweat. My chest feels tight as I gasp for breath.

Come on, Cannon. Get this shit together. He's not here. I continue to try and calm myself when I hear a knock at the door. I get out of bed in nothing but my boxers and I open the door.

"What?!" I snap.

"Oh, uh I'm sorry, I'll go. You just told me to come and get you if I couldn't sleep." She says, her grey eyes looking up at me and her tears shining on her cheeks.

Fuck.

"Shit, no I'm sorry. Come in," I open the door and step to the side as she walks in.

"You have bad dreams too, huh?" She asks. I guess I was yelling in my sleep again.

"Yeah," I say, running my hand through my hair. I watch as she explores my room.

"Everything's so dark in here. I love it." She says. Then she sees the massive bed in the middle of the room. I'm a big guy and a restless sleeper. I need all the room I can get.

She runs and jumps onto it, giggling as she does so.

It's the first time I've heard it. I love that laugh.

"So, Mr. Steele, what does someone like you dream about on one of these fine nights?" She says.

I prefer to be called sir.

"Oh you know, asshole fathers. The usual." I answer.

"Retweet."

I chuckle softly and go to lay beside her. I watch her as she runs her eyes down my body and I'm suddenly self conscious. Scars and tattoos cover me from head to toe. I'm not sure how, but she senses my nerves.

"It's okay," she whispers. "I have them too."

I noticed them when she first wore that dress. Her back is more scar tissue than regular tissue. I just nod.

She lets out a yawn. "I took one of my sleeping pills, but they don't stop dreams." She explains absentmindedly.

"If you need to sleep, you can sleep in here. You'll be safe." She nods while making herself comfortable. Within minutes she's drifted off to sleep, her hair splayed out on my pillow. She looks stunning. Her face relaxed and free of pain. Her plump lips slightly parted and her silk pajama set exposing her stomach just slightly.

I cover her body with the blanket.

"Goodnight, beautiful."

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