The Bad Boys Enigma | COMPLETE ☑️

Chapter Thirty : You don't smoke

*I was listening to this song while writing the last few paragraphs, and I think it fits kinda well with the chapter so I'd definitely recommend playing it! I hope you enjoy the chapter!* 

Vixen is a blur.

I back away from him, letting the tears drip down my face steadily. I blink through them rapidly, wiping my nose on my sleeve but he stays blurred. The room spins the second I sit down on the bed, despite it being strong and firm beneath me. I blindly claps the linen sheets in my hand, fisting soft material as hardly as I can.

Vixen says nothing, he just stands where he did five seconds ago. I can't tell if he's looking at me or the wall behind me, and I don't feel like properly wiping the tears away to find out.

My breathing is slowly down though, my heaving sobs subsiding as my body purges all the tears it's left to bottled up in the last few days. Pointless tears, I think. I am so tired of crying, especially of these pointless tears.

When I look up at him, I remind myself not to be shocked when he doesn't look at me the way he did last week. I repeat it like a mantra in my head, though that doesn't stop the pang in my chest when his eyes meet mine.

Cold.

Gone was the Vixen who let me hold his hand in his car. Gone, the Vixen who traced the inside of my palm while we sat on the benches during lunch. Gone, is the Vixen who kissed me that night, keeping his hands behind my head as he muttered soft, incoherent things.

Back, is the Vixen didn't give a sh*t about anyone or anything.

"Dammit Ray, stop it with the tears." The words flying out of his mouth as easily as they would have if I wasn't the same girl who had found his dead friend. "You want me to comfort you now? Is that it? You ruin me then get my shoulder to cry on when you feel like it?" 

He's back. 

"Was it not enough leading me on all this time? Making me think: hang on, maybe Vixen Romano can find someone who isn't just interested in his reputation and looks?"

The only thing I can see now is the FBI agent, questioning the whole class while making eye contact with me. Looking right at me like he knew my secret, a secret that didn't exist. The way he looked at the person seated next to me, looking for some kind of connection between someone else and I in the class.

"Stop it." The words are rough and breathy, surprising me with the force they take as soon as they leave my mouth.

"That's the thing Ray." His voice is hollowed out, but somehow he manages to smirk, making up for the absence of glint in his eye. "I've stopped already."

He turns and opens the door, leaving me breathless as he walks away. He doesn't look back, and I don't expect him to.

I don't deserve to have any type of expectations when it comes to Vixen. 

Because that Vixen has been pushed down, replaced with the man who was silently waiting to regain control this whole time.

"You going to finish that or..."

I glance up at Leo who grins at me before dropping his eyes to the untouched sandwich that sits on my plate. Its made with white processed cheese, cut-price meat yet the kind woman behind the bar was kind in offering it to me even though I said I hadn't any money to pay her back.

"Knock yourself out." I mutter, shoving the plate across the table towards Leo. He wolfs it down without question, the crumbs falling and catching on his black hoodie.