No Love Allowed.

Jus Playin.

Rihanna's P.O.V

His eyes remained shut, the moment I mentioned Jaxon he tensed up and he knew I wasn't playing. He looked so helpless and as for me, I felt so dominant and in control. Who knew one could posess so much power at their fingertips?

Rocky looked like he was about to shed a tear at any given moment and I couldn't hold in anymore. I let a loud laugh fall from my lips as I sat back into my seat and held my stomach. I laughed so damn hard that it almost hurt to breathe.

"Y-you shoulda seen the look on your face, holy shit..." I managed to utter out between my laughs.

He pushed my shoulder and began driving again. "Man, fuck you forreal. I was saying my goodbye prayers and shit. Don't play me like that ever again." He said in all seriousness. He was pissed but I found it funny as hell.

"What can I say, I loved the gift so much that I almost wanted to try it out on you. Almost." I teased as he scoffed and shook his head.

"You really are something else.." He mumbled between his breath.

"What's that supposed to mean, hmm?"

"Not much. Just that no normal female would ever try me like that." He replied as he now parked the car in the driveway.

"Well first of all I'm not no regular female, let's make that clear." I said and opened the passenger door and went to the boot.

Rakim helped me get all my shopping bags and we entered the house. Amani was busy getting dinner ready and she welcomed the both of us in as she helped me bring the rest of the bags back in.

"Dior, Chanel, Versace, Louis Vuitton." She said as she scanned through the label names on the bags. "Damn, Rih. This is some crazy designer shit, you sure made him spend big." She said as she continued looking through my bags.

"Girl, you know I don't look cheap. Plus I got you some stuff too, you know you my girl." I said as I handed her five bags. She squealed and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, thanking me many times.

"You're literally like my best friend, thank you so much Rih!" I smiled and hugged her back. She pulled back and we began to unpack my bags.

Thirty minutes later we were done and my closet was now more than full, I had what I needed for now.

Nothing like a fresh start.

I took the gun out of the front pocket of my jeans and placed it in a small secure bag. After doing so I hid it under my mattress, checking twice to make sure no one was opening the door in any given second.

Showing Amina the gun wasn't something I planned on doing, at least not soon. I knew she'd overreact and tell me to throw it away or say some shit to make me feel bad. Don't get me wrong the girl was cool but when it came to stuff like this only me and Rakim really understood each other.

One thing I definitely wasn't going to do was take advantage of my new piece and begin to just kill people. Hell nah. But let a nigga try me and I won't hesitate to do damage.

I had nothing to really live for anyway. I wasn't with my mother, my father or close friends anymore. I lost everything that I truly cared about. Losing them meant losing me, I didn't know who I was anymore. So me accepting the gun was a sign of having no care about what happened next. I didn't truly care about myself anymore.