Breaking Cannon

19.

Cannons POV

I watch her as she sleeps. Her small body tucked into my side, wearing nothing but a shirt, giving me complete and utter trust.

I do not and will not ever take that for granted. I know how hard that is to do. For some time, I couldn't even take my shirt off around people with out getting sent into a full blown panic.

That's how Calen got his scar. I was panicking and he came up to me. I slashed him, thinking he was my dad. We were just strangers at the time, but he came to help me anyway. I gave him a job as a thank you.

She starts to stir in my arms, but I calm her by running my fingers through her long black hair.

Beautiful.

She curls further into me and my heart swells. I could fall asleep for a week right here. The truth is, I haven't slept more than 2 hours a night since I hurt her. The look on her face broke me in half. I'll spend as long as she'll have me making up for it.

I need to get up before I fall asleep. We still have Dillon to deal with. I know I told her that she could have him, but my anger towards him is too much. I need to go let out some steam.

I shift my body so that she's laying on her pillow. She repositions so that she's curled up in a small ball. I don't know how she finds that comfortable. I get up and adjust myself so that it's not obvious that I have a raging boner.

Good lord, the things I plan to do to her.

I gather my thoughts and open the door to step out.

"Cannon?" Her voice rings out.

"Sorry, baby. Didn't mean to wake you." I say.

She turns towards me with sleepy eyes.

"Punch him hard for me."

Badass. This girl is too much like me.

"Yes, ma'am." I say and step out.

I head to the part of the compound where the 'fun' activities take place. The thought of ripping that man limb from limb brings a smile to my face as I head in. I pass by my men who all give me a small nod, and I head down the stairs into the underground cells.

I've been angry lately. This'll be nice.

I walk into his cell where Calen and Jax already have gotten started. Both of their fists are bloody and Jax has that look in his eye that Maddox gets when she's mad. It's scary how alike they are sometimes.

They're twins dumbass.

Shut up.

"Hey Dillon, how's it hanging?" I say. He's chained by his wrists to the ceiling. His feet barely scrape the floor.

"Fucking asshole." He spits.

I swing my fist and connect it with his jaw. He spits blood.

"I'm sure these guys are strong and all, but you're dealing with me now. Might want to show me a little respect. All I wanted was the truth, Dillon. Make sure your allegiances were still aligned correctly. Now," I pause to punch him again, "you're just my fucking chew toy."

By the time I'm done with him, he's just a bag of bones and some blood.

"There." I say, slightly out of breath. "Much better."

I walk out of the room and back towards the house.

I have to clean up to get ready to go to a stupid fucking dinner with stupid fucking people.

With Maddox there it shouldn't be too bad, though.

I walk upstairs and peak in her room. She's still fast asleep. I enter her room and gently sit beside her. I reach out and run my hand through her hair. She immediately bolts up and looks around frantically.

"Sweetheart, it's just me." I say, my heart aching in my chest.

The wild look in her eyes fades as she lays back down.

"Hey, handsome."

"Hey beautiful." I answer back. "Do you want to go to a dinner with me? It's a business dinner but I figured after we could get a hotel?"

She jumps up.

"Yes! Wait, but I don't have anything to wear." She pouts. I take her face and kiss her. I break away.

"I'll have my maids bring up some choices."

She nods her pretty head and I walk out of the room.

"See you in a bit, love."