Breaking Cannon

16.

Maddox POV

It's been 4 days. 4 days of this motherfucker completely ignoring me. He basically avoids me at all costs.

Calen told me he'd do this. This is why no one can get close to him.

These past few days have been lonely. Calen and Cannon have been gone all day and come home late at night. I haven't slept in that time either. Too many nightmares.

Today, I'm in the pool when they stroll in around midnight. There's just something about swimming at night that I can't get enough of. I'm in my simple black high wasted bikini. They both pass by almost not noticing me.

"Hey!" I yell out.

Only Calen stops.

"Hey, Mads. What are you doing up?"

"Can't sleep." I say simply.

"What is that, 4 nights in a row? You have to sleep. You'll go delirious pretty soon."

I just shrug and watch Cannon watch us. A look of concern flashes across his face but it's gone in an instant. I get out of the pool and follow them inside. Suddenly, the peace I felt is gone.

I'll get a reaction out of him. One way or another.

I ditch the towel and walk dripping wet into the house.

"You're dripping." His dark voice booms behind me.

"Oh? He speaks."

He just glares at me.

"Nothing else to say? Alright. Calen, you might want to close your eyes." He gives me a confused look, but snaps them closed instantly as I start to slip out of my bathing suit. I make eye contact with Cannon while I take my top off, then my bottoms. I throw them both at him. He never breaks eye contact.

"There. Not dripping anymore." I spin around and head upstairs to my room, heart beating out of my chest.

"Open your eyes, Calen, and I swear I'll gouge them out with my bare fucking hands." He hisses.

I smirk.

Maddox: 1 Cannon: 0

I'm not ashamed of my body. It's nice, barring all of the scars that layer it. I reach my room and get dressed. I get into a black silk set and play on my phone for a while. I get hungry and go downstairs to grab a snack. As I reach the fridge, I notice Cannon sitting casually on the couch. He just watches me as I grab my food.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I sneer. I'm pissed and he's the one who pissed me off. So he suffers.

In 1 second flat he's so close to me that I'm cleaning my neck up to look at him. He grabs my throat and for the second time, I'm scared of him. Maybe I pushed him too far. I swallow my fear and put on my way 'fuck you' face.

"Do that again and I'll spank your ass so hard you won't sit for a week, Princess." His voice eerily calm.

I swallow thickly and glare right back up at him.

"You don't scare me."

He lets me go and I'm grateful for the space for once.

"Who do you think you are, Maddox. Men have died for saying less to me."

This time I decide to take back control. I walk up to him, grab the back of his neck and bring him down so that our noses are barely touching. I can't help but to look at his lips and bite mine. I flick my eyes back up to his.

"Honey, I'm your worst fucking nightmare."

I pull away and spin on my heal, heading upstairs. I feel him watch me all the way up.

Cannons POV

Shes going to kill me.

I've never met anyone with her level of fearlessness.

Fuck, and her body. Perfect in every way imaginable.

I'm going to fuck that attitude out of her.

I push the thoughts down. Clearly, ignoring her isn't working. She's too stubborn for that. I'll have to up my game.

I start the shower and undress. This is my second cold shower today. Thanks to her.

I get dressed and finally sink into my bed. She hasn't slept in 4 days. Fuck. I might need to get Jax over here.

I just about drift off when I hear a knock.

I open the door and stare down at the little firecracker standing in front of me.

"Hey. Um I can't sleep and it's, well I think I'm starting to lose it." She stutters out.

This is my chance. I'll push her so far, she won't want anything to do with me.

"How's that my problem?" I ask. The words burning on the way out.

Her eyes flash to mine and all I see is hurt. She looks down at the floor.

"Look, I know I took it a little far. I'm sorry it won't-"

"A little far?" I cut her off. "You got stark naked and strutted around the house like a cheap whore."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, my chest collapses in on itself. She's not a whore. She's perfect.

Her eyes snap up to mine and tears fill them. Then, as if flipping a switch, the look is gone. It's replaced with the same angry look I saw the first day we met. The same unadulterated rage.

"I'm a fucking idiot." She laughs without humor. "Damaged goods right?"

I don't say anything. If I do my voice will show my true emotions. Instead, I plaster a look of utter indifference on my face.

"Right." She nods, running a hand through her hair. "Thanks for clearing that up."

She walks away and out of sight.

I close the door and go back to my bed. This is the right thing. I'd end up hurting her eventually. Might as well be now.

I fall asleep and dream of nothing.

I'm sorry. I know. Im sorry.

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