Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick (17 page)

He looked at her with a cool stare and asked, “Like what you see?”

Apple ignored him and continued with her beefing. “I ain’t payin’ you shit back, you foul muthafucka! You had my sister murdered!”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Apple,” Supreme shot back. “Look, I had a problem wit’ you, not your sister. I heard about that, though. My condolences to you and your family. How are they holding up after such a tragedy? My hands are clean from that, but our business is still our business.”

“What? Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Apple screamed.

She lunged for Supreme, but he quickly subdued her and tossed her into the couch like she was nothing. His cousin Don just stood on the sideline and watched, warning Supreme to be careful in the apartment.

“Relax, shawty. Ain’t no need for that shit here,” he told her coolly.

“Fuck you!”

Supreme let out a sinister chuckle. “Yeah, that would be nice, but unfortunately, you ain’t on that level right now. But I tell you this—That shit wit’ your sister, that’s on you, love, not me. You probably could have prevented it, hypothetically . . . if I had some shit to do wit’ it. But I don’t rock like that.”

“What?” she asked, confused by his statement.

Supreme smiled. “I’m just saying, you already lost one sister. Damn! It would be a shame if you was to lose another. Especially so soon.”

“Are you threatening my twin?”

“Nah, I’m just saying, shit happens. You feel me, Apple? I know you and Kola ain’t tight like that, but she’s still kin. And ya moms . . . damn, she must be a fuckin’ wreck right now, losing her youngest like that. But, look, shit happens, right? That’s life. What can we do about it? We can’t take time back, but we can make our future brighter by just doin’ what’s right. Ya feel me, Apple?”

Apple just looked at Supreme. In her heart, she knew he was a devious muthafucka.“You hate me right now, huh?” Supreme asked with a smile.

“Go to fuckin’ hell!” she shouted.

“Maybe. But, look, I can put the word out on the street, find out who’s responsible for that shit. Get you the shooter. You want justice for Nichols, Apple? You want that nigga that pulled the trigger to pay? I can find him for you. You think you got resources; I got more.”

Supreme stared at Apple for an answer. He then added, “I rather have you work wit’ me than against me. You understand? You don’t need any more bloodshed within your family. I’m just saying, it’ll be a better situation for you and me.”

Apple looked at Supreme, and realizing how dangerous he really was, she began to wonder what she had gotten herself into. His composed tone made him the devil she didn’t need to know. She reluctantly surrendered her attitude and listened to what he had to say. She figured she couldn’t get her revenge through the front door, so she decided to go around the back. She wanted to get close to him. To hurt him like he had hurt her family. Apple decided to be cunning like her mother and use the one thing that was golden to her—pussy.

“You do two things for me, and I’ll make sure you turn out a’ight. You feel me, Apple? I’ll make sure the nigga that hurt you will pay.”

Supreme moved closer to Apple, seeing he had her somewhat relaxed and listening. He took a seat next to her and slowly placed his arm around her. He then softly said, “First, tell me who told you I was here.”

Don, standing behind Supreme, just smiled at the way he pimped his game on the young girl.

Apple was reluctant to tell Supreme, but the way he looked at her, she knew he wouldn’t accept anything but the truth. She sighed deeply. “Lil’ Meek.”

“A’ight. And, second, you take care of me, and I’ll take care of you. I promise you, nothin’ will happen to you or your family. You understand? But you still owe me somethin’,” he said coolly, a gleam in his eyes.

Apple couldn’t believe she was about to do the unthinkable. Even though she was beefing with Kola and wasn’t on good terms with her mother, she didn’t want anything to happen to them, because they were still the only family she had left.

Supreme turned around and nodded to his cousin and then gestured for her to follow him into the bedroom. Apple slowly stood, her stomach in knots, her nerves frayed. She walked behind Supreme into the bedroom, and he slowly closed the door behind them.

Inside the lavish room, the king-size bed had a raised headboard displayed above polished hardwood floors, artwork hung on the walls, and the ceiling fan turned slowly.

Apple felt Supreme grab her from behind with such intensity, she flinched. She closed her eyes and felt his touch on her.
What the fuck am I doing?
She’d never thought she would be sleeping off her debt—and sleeping with the enemy.

Supreme slowly lifted her skirt and touched between her legs. He then ripped her panties off and noticed the small blade that fell to the floor. He looked down at it and knew what the sharp tool was meant for. He smiled, knowing that things had turned in a different direction.

With Apple’s torn panties in his hand and her denim skirt raised to her hips, exposing her shaved vagina, Supreme pushed her forward, bent her over face down into the cushioned bed, and began unzipping his jeans. He pulled out his thick dick and readied it for entry.

Apple remained frozen in his hold, preparing herself to do the unimaginable. She felt his hand against her thigh, his fingers molesting her insides. She closed her eyes and waited for him to enter her.

Supreme gripped Apple by her hips and thrust his massive size into her, causing her to shriek briefly and gasp from the raw entry. Then he grabbed her by her neck, trying to keep her stable as he fucked her vigorously. He gripped her waist snugly, pounded his hard dick into her wet walls, and quickly took authority over her like NYPD on a Brooklyn back street.

Supreme fucked Apple so good, she couldn’t resist the loud moan and quick burst of gasping, as he regulated every inch of her body, cupping her tits and stimulating her clit as he fucked her from the back.

As Supreme tore her pussy open like a Christmas gift, she clenched the bed sheets and closed her eyes, panting like a marathon runner. “Oh shit!” she cried out. “Ummm, oh shit!”

Supreme worked his strokes like he was in the porn business, and Apple’s cries of pleasure echoed out into the other room, where Don could hear them. She squirmed and felt her nut brewing, as did Supreme, who was pulling her hair and smacking her ass.

Surprisingly, Apple loved it.

“Oh, yes, that pussy is tight, love. Shit, yes!” Supreme cried out, little beads of sweat glistening on his brow.

Supreme had always dreamed of having one of the twins in his bedroom, and Apple was the primary for him. He’d lusted after the young twin since she was thirteen. He didn’t give a fuck about age.

Apple moaned as Supreme continued to fuck her doggy-style, her face and tits pressed into the wrinkled bed sheets, ass protruding, and her legs spread open into a downward V. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his wide, long, steel-pipe dick put her into a different frame of mind. He went in deep, hammering her G-spot with strength.

Apple’s legs quivered uncontrollably, and she felt herself gasping. “Oh shit! I’m gonna come!” she cried out.

Supreme continued hammering into her pussy, while Apple’s body constricted from busting her nut all over his dick. She was feeling it run down the inside of her legs. She was spent. It was so good, she felt the urge to climb up on the bed and take a nap.

But Supreme wasn’t done yet. He held her by her slim, sweaty waist steadily and continued his onslaught, fucking her until he was about to erupt. Then he quickly pulled out and let it shoot across her back. His semen shot out of him like a Super Soaker, and his loud grunting and quaking during and after made it known that he’d enjoyed himself.

Supreme tossed Apple a towel to clean herself up. She then climbed onto the bed, and was so guilt-ridden by the deed she’d just committed, she curled herself into the fetal position and began crying, but he paid her no mind.

While putting back on his jeans, Supreme said to Apple, “Now that’s how we work things out. But I keep my promises, love, so I’m gonna take care of you. You see this place? It’s in my cousin’s name, but it’s all mine. You’re welcome to stay if you want. I know things are hard, and you need to chill, escape that bullshit around the way. But I’ma go handle my business. You can chill, though.”

Supreme walked out the bedroom shirtless and in his jeans, and met back up with his cousin in the kitchen.

Don winked at him, knowing he took care of business. He gave Supreme dap. “How was she?”

“It was somethin’ worth the wait.”

Don smiled.

“But, look, I need you to handle somethin’ for me.”

“Like what?”

“Put the word out on the streets about somethin’,” Supreme replied.

“Important?”

“Yeah, it is.”

Supreme told him what to put out on the streets, and Don replied, “I’m on it, cuz.”

Supreme smiled and then returned to his business with Apple in the bedroom. He walked in to find her still lying naked in the fetal position.

By this time, Apple had dried her tears. She looked up at Supreme and asked, “Is this really your place?”

“For now,
mi casa
,
su
casa
,” he said with a welcoming smile.

When Apple smiled back, Supreme knew he had broken her. It was one of his greatest accomplishments—seeing one of the twins smiling in his bed.

CHAPTER 16

I
t was late evening when a few squad cars went racing down Fifth Avenue, sirens blaring.

“Shots fired! Shots fired!” crackled over the police radio.

Two cop cars made a sharp right onto 132nd Street and came across the body of a male sprawled out across the hard concrete near the overpass on Park Avenue. The victim was suffering from three gunshot wounds that hit him center mass.

Three officers first arrived on the scene, and by the look of things, they knew the victim was critical. The homeless man, his eyes lifeless, was lying face up, and blood was spilling out from his back. It wasn’t long before the man shot dead on the streets was identified by onlookers as Lil’ Meek.

A small crowd gathered around, most showing little interest for the victim, but curious to see the police action in progress. They watched from a short distance as officers taped off the scene and detectives began investigating the murder. Lil’ Meek wasn’t known to have any enemies, and he didn’t have much family around, except an elderly grandmother, who rarely left her apartment but kept in contact with her grandson.

The hood soon started buzzing about Lil’ Meek’s murder. A majority didn’t care, and thought he was just another crackhead shot dead in the streets. The body was covered and transported to the morgue, while everyone else continued on with their evening activities, with little gossip about the murder after the police left the scene.

*****

The sun had just set, and the balmy night was slowly developing over the projects. Kola sat in the passenger seat of the dark Tahoe listening to Danny inform her about news she needed to hear.

“Yo, Kola, from what I’m hearing on the streets, it was that nigga J-Dogg that bodied ya little sister,” Danny said.

Kola was seething with anger and wanted to snap J-Dogg’s neck. She knew he had just come home right before spring from doing an eighteen-month bid upstate. An independent thug with a violent attitude and a rap sheet longer than her arm, J-Dogg was always trouble. He was also known to be a gun-for-hire and would do anything for a few dollars. Kola wanted him dead, but not before she got to torture him for more information. She wanted every breathing soul behind her sister’s murder to suffer greatly. She wanted justice and knew she was the only one in the family capable of exacting it, since she thought Apple was just too weak and naïve at times, and her mother was just a stupid bitch.

*****

Kola wasn’t able to rest. She had met up with Mike-Mike at his crib a few hours earlier, needing his support. She wanted him to put as many guns as he could on the streets and do what they did best—Get information by brutal force and then murder everything that moved—but Mike-Mike was against it.

He had looked at Kola seriously and stated, “Nah, we can’t do that right now, Kola. Shit is too hot out there.”

“What the fuck you talkin’ ’bout, Mike-Mike?”

“You heard me. We at war right now wit’ this upcoming drug crew that’s tryin’ to step on our toes, make a name for themselves. Cross and me, we hot right now. Feds is on us, you hear me? We get involved wit’ this shit wit’ you, and we fuckin’ ourselves.”

With teary eyes, Kola returned with, “So, it’s like that now, Mike-Mike? They body my little sister, and I’m supposed to let that shit ride like that?”

“Kola, you know it ain’t nothin’ personal. It’s just too many bodies right now attracting fucked-up attention on our operation. It’s just niggas is hot and need to chill from the body count. You know it ain’t no disrespect wit’ you. I got love for you, Kola, but you don’t even know who did the shit yet. Niggas just talkin’, that’s all.”