No Limit

Chapter 20

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Rihanna POV:

"Hmm, baby. What you cooking?" I asked the handsome Nigerian born male.

"Baked Macaroni with  melted cheese, tomato sauce and meat balls." Michael said, hmm damn that sound good. When Mickey told me he could cook I was actually not surprised cause his mom own a restaurant and I learned that Michael was very talented.

"That sounds delicious." It was night time and Michael wanted to cook dinner.

He came to and wrapped his arm around my waist picking me up making me squeal. I wrapped my legs around his waist. As he placed me on the Island and sat in between my leg on one of the islands stool.

Am really going to miss his ass when he travels I know that for sure. Lords knows how much self control am putting in other for me to not jump his bones. "Tell me about your childhood." I told him as I play with his puffy curls.

"Well what do you want to know about my child hood?" Michael asked, he looked nervous talking about his childhood.

"Was it good? Was it bad?" I asked

He sighed " I will have to someone about my childhood sooner or later." he mumbled

"It was bad and good. When my mom was around." he started

"I never really knew my dad till I came here. My mom was a Chef at a hotel  and that time she was making good money so things were okay at the time. But she retired and was investing all the money into her lace material business and everything was going good till she followed a friends advice and took a loan from a Nigeria bank.  That's when everything went down hill, my mom lost everything and the house was taking from us. My mom barely had any money in her account. She had to use the small money she had to buy a one bedroom house, which was okay I mean we were living comfortably till the neighbors started giving us problems. My mom was able to make small money by cooking for parties. But most parties we weren't allowed to because we were kids, so my mom will drop me and Iva off at her elder brothers place. It was a bad Idea, because my uncle and his wife along with his kids will beats us for know reason. His kids would do things and put the blame on us. We will get beaten and starved for it.  We never told our mom, because we did not want to worry her. I had the worst punishments but thats because I will take the blame for Iva , so she did not know about it . The worst was when I was seven. I had gotten a Nintendo as a gift for my elder sister on my birthday. Again I had to go to my uncle's house and I decided to take it with me, because I wasn't allowed to watch T.V. or anything fun with things that belonged to them. It was the only thing that kept me company since I didn't have school cause I was on a  holiday break. My uncles wife nephew who was five years older than me saw me with it and he wasn't happy that I had what he didn't have and tried to take it from me, but I refused since I knew that if I gave it to him I will never get it back. I couldn't let it happen as my sister worked hard to get it for me. Despite the fact that she was struggling financially in Dublin thanks to her father and stepmother. He tried to beat me up for it, but instead I ended up beating him up. He went crying to his mother and my aunt and they were not happy about it. I was yelled at and  beaten. But they decided to take it to the next level they used a razor to put marks all over parts of my body. I remembered how painful it was and how I screamed and begged them to stop. But instead the grabbed a hot iron and pressed it into my back. Before taking the game away from me, for weeks I was sore and they had bribed a local doctor to treat me. When my mom and twin came back from their journey I was a little better but I was still hurting but hide it well from them. As I knew it will break the hearts of my mom and sister. My mom would live with guilt and my twin would be depressed and believe it was her fault. Things were still bad financially, we even had to stay at my moms friends house who treated us live slaves it was even was because they had a whole church congregation treating us like that. But it eventually got better, I mean am here am achieving my dreams. Am doing things that I taught I  won't be able to do thanks to having that doubt putting in me by fake friends and my mom siblings. Plus I basically got immune to pain, so that's a plus." Michael joke trying to lighting the mood.