No Love Allowed.

Confrontations.

Rakim's P.O.V

The deal was done. Now all that was missing was RIhanna.

Any minute now she'd barge through those doors crying about Jaxon, and I was going to be there to support her.

Purely, I just want to take care of her for a couple of days. This shit's temporary.

As I waited on Rihanna's arrival I turned on the TV. I almost burst my drink out of my damn mouth to what I saw.

It was a picture of Rihanna. She was on the news.

"Rihanna Robyn Fenty, a young lady from barbados has now been missing for a month. Family and friends are worried about her whereabouts and safety. It is believed she was kidnapped after the manslaughter of her Fiancee."

At this point I was out of my seat and beyond amazed. I was at loss of words and I didn't know what to think.

Kidnapped? Right, I kinnapped her, but not from barbados..

A fiancee? Shawty never mentioned she had a fiancee around me. Judging from the photos displayed of the two of them, it wasn't Jaxon for sure.

To think of it. Now that I recall Rihanna and her actions, she hated speaking of her previous life. She never mentioned anything about herself besides her name.

And she depended on Jaxon with everything. This girl obviously ran away from her home country. But why run away without informing friends and more importantly.. family.

Unless she was trying to escape something fvcked up..

There were only two chances. I could be wrong but I guess the award for jumping to conclusions had to go to me.

Either shawty set up her own Fiancee, or she was afraid of what could happen to her next.

Before I could pick which one, loud knocks came from my door. I quickly turned off the plasma TV and headed to the front door.

I played with my braids as I prepared myself for her whining and sobing.

The moment I opened the door, Rihanna's eyes were piercing into mine. If looks could kill that would've been the death of me.

"Damn girl. Wassup, why you back here, where's Jaxon?" I asked as I smirked and pulled her close, knowing damn well Jaxon's grave was probably being dug.

She pulled away and moments later her hand made damage to my left cheek.

"Yo, what the fvck." I groaned as I held my cheek now becoming angry.

Who the hell did she think she was slapping me? She needed me.

"I know you did it. Fvck you Rakim! Fvck you, I hate yo-" Before she could continue she broke down into tears. She collapsed onto her knees as she sobbed into her palms.

"Watchu talkin' bout.. I didn't do jack shvt." I sternly, becoming a little irritated. How on earth did she know I was responsible?

What was I going to do? She didn't have proof but if she snitched the feds would believe her, my record wasn't the cleanest.

She wiped her tears and stood up, now straight faced.

"Don't you dare deny it. I have all the proof and evidence and it's pointing right at you. Seriously man, how dumb did you think I was?"

She left me speechless. I didn't know what to say. She was smarter than I'd thought.

My intentions were she'd come crying and needing comfort, but instead she came through like some damn detective who'd cracked a case.

A case which she was damn right about. I had to manipulate her, and quick before she got any ideas to snitch.

Even If she planned to I could just kill her, don't get me wrong by now I would've. But I had a different vibe  about shawty, she was different. Something about her told me she was just like me.

"And how dumb did you think I was? I mean, you had everyone fooled. So I'll give you a round of applause, A standing ovation even." I said as I began to smirk and clap my hands slowly.

"What.. what do you mean?" She questioned, half confused and a bit intimidated.

"I mean c'mon now. I know your secret. Robyn."

She widened her eyes and took in a sharp breath.

"How the fvck do you know my first name."

"Robyn RIhanna Fenty." By now she was beyond freaked out.

Damn, I didn't know she didn't want people knowing her identity this much.

"You did some crazy shvt. Then ran to Harlem. Why harlem out of all places shawty? I mean it's nothing like Barbados."

She shook her head as she began to walk away, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Rihanna, stop!" I yelled.

She didn't stop, instead she began to run.

That proves my point. She would have no reason to run if she didn't do something she'd regret.

I ran out after her and caught up with her long strides.

"So you kill the only person that cared about me, then all of a sudden you know everything about me and what I've done. What are you some under cover cop?"

She yelled through the cold night as she continued to walk away.

I groaned and grabbed her wrist as I pulled her back towards me.

"Man, listen." She looked down as she wiped a tear.

"I don't want to listen Rakim. If that even your name. I don't know you, why are you doing this to me what have I ever done to you I-"

"LISTEN!" I yelled sternly making her silent.

"I'm not no damn stalker. I didn't even know of your existence until Jaxon I swear. And about Jaxon.."

She looked at me and crossed her arms, waiting on me to admit my sins to her.

"I didn't kill him."

"Oh fvck off." She said and turned her heel again.

I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me.

This girl was so damn stubborn but I couldn't let her go, she already knew too much. Enough to ruin my reputation.

"Aight I did it. I hired someone to do it."

"But why?!"

"The morning you two were about to bounce. He stole half my shit. I got mad. When I get mad I do dumb things yo. By the time I made the call it was too late to back out."