No Love Allowed.

Differences.

Rihanna's P.O.V

For the past hour roamimg around with Jaxon I've learned a few things about him, like how goofy this nigga really is. He's a total crackup, and hella easy to vibe with, got me wondering why the fück I hadn't met him earlier before.

"Aight but forreal yo, all jokes aside now.. What brang you to Harlem?" He asked as he looked over at me, burying hid hands into his pockets.

I had to mentally cuss at myself not to roll my eyes, the last thing I needed was a reminder as to why the fück I'm here. Why my life isn't the way I want it to be and probably never will be. But I swallowed that rush of anger all for Jaxon and shrugged my shoulders before I continued. "Seems pretty aight here, and peaceful too so why not."

Jaxon let a laugh fall from his lips as he shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. No matter how many times my gaze left his, his never did.

"You got it all wrong ma, Harlem's far from it. About 30 people die everyday, and that's just an average estimate."

I raised a brow and looked over at him. "Why's that?"

"Mostly outta niggas tryna make a living. Not sure where you came from, but here in Harlem it ain't easy. You either get rich, or die trying."

I looked down at the ground realising just what he meant, this city was all about crime, drugs and money. I'd never been into that typa shit because I was raised with morals, very well educated and taught differently from others. Besides, Barbados wasn't just home. It was safe, filled with nothing but positivity and everyone treated each other like family.

And from what Jaxon was letting me in on, Barbados and Harlem where complete opposites.

Only question was, could I make the adjustment?