Rihanna's P.O.V
We were finally back home. After all that crazy criminal activity we were high off of, we finally made it back home and what better way to spend it than just by simply being together.
At first we just remained silent. The silence wasn't the awkward type of silence. It was that silence where you lay against each other and just enjoy each other's presence. It was comforting for me eapecially because I finally felt as if I'd found someone who understood me. He didn't only assure me that he understood, but he cared about me.
When I first began to talk to Rakim my first intentions was that he was simply trying to sweet talk his way into my pants. Even if he was, I still played along with his little game. But till today I'm still a tad bit shocked that he hasn't tried to make that forward move.
Not that I wanted to or anything, just a thought that went through my mind often. It made me feel a bit happy knowing that for once I wasn't being used or taken advantage of.
"Rakim.." I said as I proped myself up on my elbows and began twisting one of his braids with my index finger.
"Wassup." He simply replied as he made eye contact with me, his finger tugging a strand of hair behind my ear.
"How did you get yourself into this shit.. you know.. the whole drug dealing business?" I questioned.
He chuckled and shook his head. "That's a long ass story shawty."
"Good, I was hoping so. Cause we have so day." I said my eyes filled with excitement as my eyes searched his. He intrigued me so damn much. I wanted to know as much as I could about this man.
He hesitated for a bit, and I instantly knew he hated talking about himself. But that didn't stop him from continuing. "Well.. I started when I was around eighteen. But back then I was just dealing dope not all this heavy shit."
He paused and I nodded my head, urging for him to continue his sorry.
"So I learned the rules pretty quick because I had a friend who was already in the business. The most important one I learned was that, no matter what happens even if in a life or death situation do not ever call the cops. Fuck the police, I had to learn the hard way that snitching on another dealer leads you in jail."
I widened my eyes, his story fascinating me more and more by the second.
"You were in jail, holy shit." The way I wanted to bombard his ass with questions was tempting, but I remained quiet as I let him continue. This was his time to finally talk seeing as I was the only that usually spoke.
"Yeah, shit's crazy in there I almost killed myself. Jail is the most depressing place I've ever stepped foot in." He paused and thought for a second then continued. "Back to the topic. So I began working for this guy and he was everything I wanted to ever become. He always was riding around in the latest sports cars, he was constantly surrounded by beautiful women and he pretty much lived a luxurious life."
Hmmm sounds like someone I know.
"So I didn't have a father figure in my life so he obviously became like a Dad to me. He looked out for me and showed me the hustle."
I nodded as I understood where he was coming from. It was a shame that he didn't have a father. It broke my heart because I could never imagine not having a father growing up. My own father was my absolute best friend.
"What was working for him like?" I asked as I now began tracing heart shape patterns on his chest.
He scoffed and rubbed his lips together as if he was about to relive the moments. "It was fucked up. I mean, sure he helped me and everything but.. that man was something else. He would take broken young teenage boys like me who had no one to look up to. He'd take us and mold us into these thugs. Then make us do whatever we wanted whenever he orded us to. We were his hitmen. He hired us to do all the dirty work for him because he didn't have the balls to do it himself. If you tried to quit or escape the gang he'd kill us."
I was out of words. At shock and I couldn't process a single word that Rakim was telling me right now. What urked me was the fear in his eyes when he was telling all this. It was in the past but you could tell it still effected him till this day.
"That's messed up.. you didn't deserve to go through any of that." I whispered as I frowned and entwined our fingers together.
I'd never felt so close to Rakim. He was sharing his brokem past and I knew this was something he'd never tell just a random nobody. He felt close to me too. Which was why he continued emptying his chest and telling me more.
"So after awhile I got tired of everything. I mean, seriously. I had killed more people than the number of fingers on two my hands and what pissed me the fuck off was that I had no relation to these people. They hadn't done shit to me, but I was just here blasting they're heads off just because he was telling me to." He half yelled out as his tone became more angry.
"Shhh, it's okay you did the right thing, you had to leave.." I attempted to calm him down as I was now carresing his shoulder.
"Yeah, I did the right thing by killing him. It had to be done, before he could kill me first." He replied sternly.
His sudden response took me by suprise. Damn. I really wasn't expecting that. But I didn't question him or argue not did I judge him. Because Rakim was in a fragile state at the moment and he looked as if he was about to go all the way off.
So instead, I nodded and leaned closer to him, placing a peck on his lips.
His breathing slowed and he looked at me, his eyes darker than usual. But he didn't intimidate me. I knew he would never hurt me, he was nothing like Chris and I was sure of it.
I confidently flashed him a smile and in a few seconds his expression changed and he smiled at back too. I layed back down beside him and he welcomed me in his arms. We drifted off to sleep in minutes. The sound of low snores filling the room.
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Authors note: guys I've been staying up so damn late to update as you can see Ive beem working harder than usual to update like its 5am rn. But anyways I have 2 new books and theyre published, im still yet to work on them but go check them out, vote & add to your library! i appreaciate you all for reading my book thank you xx
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