Breaking Cannon

24.

Calen's POV

Everything that could've gone wrong, did.

As soon as I saw that psycho pull the trigger, I looked at Cannon.

Both our faces read the same thing.

Shock.

I was quickly snapped out of the by her gut wrenching scream. I saw her whole world crumble.

"Go!" Cannon yelled.

I didn't have to ask what he meant. I ran to Mads as she sprinted towards Dakota. This is exactly what he wanted. The moment she reached him, he would take her.

My feet pounded the pavement as I finally reached her. A look of pure hatred and sorrow was on her face. I knew there was no talking at this point. I mean, who could blame her?

I picked her up and sprinted towards the car. I saw another van pulled up and more men poured out.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Her screams didn't falter for a second as she clawed at me, trying desperately to get to her brother.

"Calen, stop! Let me go please! H-he can't be alone. Please, Calen he can't die alone!" She sobs.

It breaks my heart, but orders are orders.

She finally resolves to hurrying her face in my neck and lets out sobs that could break the hardest man.

My own tears slipped down my face. I had come to really get to know Jax. He is a far better man than I.

Was.

I'm fucking sick of losing people. My mind throws me back to a different time. A time where my own screams sounded like her.

I push those thoughts out and threw her in the passenger seat while I hopped in the drivers. She turned her head just in time to watch Cannon be taken. A look of shear panic and heart break took her features. She turned forward and passed out. Probably from the shock of it all. She had everything, and then nothing in the span of 10 minutes.

I race to the jet. We need to get to the safe house. We had one in the mountains of Russia. Just about as secluded as you can get. I carry her into the jet and set her down. It isn't until we're in the air that everything catches up to me.

My mind flashes through scenes that I'd do anything to forget. The love of my life's blood soaking my clothes. Her limp body in my arms.

"Don't you dare make this your fault, Calen Riot. I love you to the moon and back. Go find someone who thinks the same." Her hand fell from my face and she was gone.

Just like that.

I go to the bathroom and break down. Punching a mirror or two.

What the fuck do I do now?

Maddox POV

I wake up in a random room in a random house.

The events of the past day, has it been a day? More? I don't know. Everything hits me like a ton of bricks. Cannon's gone. Dead probably.

Jax.

I feel my chest tighten and my breath falter.

Not now, Maddox. Later.

Right. Cannon could be alive. He needs me. I can crack later. Now I just need anger. And man, can I do anger.

I tuck his gun into my waist band and head out. Calen sits on the couch and gets up as soon as he sees me.

"Hey, Mads. Are you okay?"

"What kind of stupid fucking question is that?" I snap. "My twin brother was just shot in the head in front of my face. Oh, and the only man I've ever loved is gone. Taken. So you tell me, Calen. How am I?"

He drops his head and rubs his hand through his hair. I noticed that his eyes are red and puffy.

He's been crying.

I turn my back on him and curse the tears forming in my eyes. If I cry now, I won't ever stop. Stop. Don't cry. Do. Not. Cry.

I'm fighting a losing battle and I know it. The sadness takes over as sobs start to rack through my body. I crumple to the ground, but Calen catches me. He pulls me in and I cling to him like my goddamn life depends on it. I sob and sob, until there's nothing left. Until I'm completely and utterly numb.

I get up and climb off of Calen. He fell asleep on the kitchen floor. I wonder if he's even slept? I walk out to the balcony to get some sense of where I am. All I see is snow. I'm still in my workout gear I was in when we left, so as soon as the frosty air hits me, I shiver.

But something else happens. It almost feels good. The physical pain rather than the mental pain that threatens to eat me alive. I sit on one of the chairs and enjoy the biting cold.

I don't know how much time passes. Calen comes out with a frantic look in his eyes and a blanket.

"Mads! What the fuck?! You're going to die if you stay out here much longer."

"So what."

He grabs my face in his hands.

"I think the fuck not Maddox Sharp. Look at me."

I stare at the snow.

"Fucking look at me." He says, his voice low and dangerous.

I snap my eyes to his and see the concern in them.

"I don't care what you have to do to get through this. Yell at me. Hit me. Whatever. Get mad. Get fucking wasted. I don't care. But you will get through this because when we find Cannon, and we will, he'll need you. Dakota's ruthless and Cannon can only take so much. Yes, more than the average person, but he'll break eventually. And he'll need you."

I stare back.

"Get the fuck off me then and go do something useful." I wrap the blanket around me and storm inside.

Calen's POV

Thank god. I can work with anger.

Sort of a filler chapter.

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