RUN RABBIT RUN. (BXB)

CHAPTER SEVEN. Not your fucking boyfriend.

RAIDEN ROMANO'S POV.

Wren has been calling me every evening for the past week , not skipping a single day and I hate to admit it but I'm kind of getting used to the little shit.

The calls basically are him complaining about anything and everything before he starts begging me to come over.

Let's say I'm not the type of guy you're gonna have sleepovers and pillow fights with.

He's annoyingly persistent , cocky but in a somehow amusing way which I would never tell him to his face because at the same time he pisses me off like no other , he's way too confident for his own good and stubborn , so fucking stubborn.

The plan is still to put a bullet inbetween his eyes I'm just.. taking my time ?

Yeah , exactly.

He's not scared of me at all because he thinks he knows me , he knows I've killed more people I can count and I wouldn't be surprised if he told me the exact number , he's a stalker and he's damn good at it seeing as it took me fucking years to find out he was watching me in the first place.

He could be usefull to me.. not every 14 year old can stalk the damn mafia and only get caught years later , he's smart.

Now here's the thing.. I need him to be scared of me , I need him to fear me before I can make a move.

He's acting like this is a game , and if a game is what he wants ..I'm not opposed.

In his mind he has far won the game already , he won the second he was watching me without me having a single clue.. but I'll make him run , not to me like he seems to fantasize about but away from me , away from me as far as he can.

He's not coming out on top in this game , he's the pathetic little rabbit that gets killed because of it's stupid curiousity as it runs straight into the trap.

My trap.

I'll let him believe before crushing him completely , so good he'll try to get as far from me as he physically can , that's when the real game starts.

The chase.

That thought is exactly what I've been repeating in my mind every time my phone rings before I hear his voice.

Speaking of the dumb rabbit , it's 11PM , he hasn't called.

FEBRUARY 27 , SUNDAY.

I check my phone , 1AM.

I look over at his house a few houses from where I'm sitting in my car.

There's a red car in his driveway.. is it his ?

Don't even ask why I came here because I honestly couldn't fucking tell you if I wanted to.

I get out of the car and walk over to his house , opening the small fence that leads into his backyard before I find his back door.

I slowly twist the handle and it opens.. he's not as smart as I ever gave him credit for.

I walk in , closing the door silently behind me.

There's two voices coming from the kitchen , seemingly in a hushed conversation.

I walk through the livingroom silently and when I hear a chuckle I look over to the stairs where Wren is leaning over the railing watching me , I narrow my eyes before walking over , he responds however by leaving , going up the stairs.

I frown , glancing towards the kitchen before I follow upstairs , he goes into his room and so do I.

When I walk in he closes the door behind us.

I turn to him and he smiles "You could have just called if you wanted to see if I was alive you know.. unless you wanted to see me that bad." he then says , I glare at him.

"What happened ?" I ask him , he raises an eyebrow in question.

"You didn't call." I clarify.

"Oh yeah , welcome to my world." he sasses and for a split second his expression shifts completely as he shoots me a glare before his expression drops all together and suddenly there's no emotions at all , god if looks could kill I'd probably be dead.

I scoff "I'm not your damn boyfriend Wren , I don't need to call you."

"Then neither do I , you also didn't need to show up at my house but here we are." he shrugs.

I press my lips into a straight line when he finishes his sentence with a forced smile.

He moves over to his open window , taking a cigarette out of the pack that sits besides it before taking a lighter from his pocket and lighting it , taking a long drag.

I walk over to him , something happened , he's angry.

His mom's dead , I know that much so could it have something to do with the woman downstairs in the kitchen ?

I watch him as he looks out of the window before his eyes lock with mine once more as a cloud of smoke surrounds his features.

"Why are you here ?" He questions.

I snatch the cigarette from his fingers and take a drag , not giving him any response to his question.

He snorts "So you came all the way here just for what exactly ? I know damn well you're not planning a sleepover." Wren snaps.

I glance at him from the corner of my eye as I turn to look out of the window "Watch your tone." I tell him.

"Oh me ? I have to watch my tone ??" He responds , speaking louder.

I shoot him a glare , my hand instinctively moving towards my gun.. that would be one way to shut the little rabbit up.

His gaze follows my movement however and he let's out a harsh laugh "Oh please Raiden when will you realise I'm not scared of your shiny little weapon."

Now that manages to piss me off but at the same time my hand moves away from my gun as I reach for his wrist.

As I turn to him I grab his wrist and jerk him forward into my chest, he stumbles before he places his hands on my sides to steady himself.

"I said watch your fucking tone you little bitch." I grit out against the shell of his ear and to my surprise he doesn't talk back.

I let go of his wrist but he doesn't move away , instead he drops his forehead onto my shoulder with a huff.

I glance down at him , he doesn't move.

I try to ignore the way his body heat creeps onto me , I turn my head away and take another drag from the now half cigarette before I put one of my hands on his hip , his body goes rigid at my touch but I only push him back.

When he meets my gaze his eyes have this intensity about them.. like they're aflame.

I flick the cigarette out of the window and walk out of the room , leaving the house , he doesn't follow.