Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick (26 page)

When Apple looked up at him with her black-and-blue eye, and bruised cheek, he said, “I’ll do it.”

Apple smiled, weakly.

She now had Guy Tony where she wanted him—doing the dirty work. She knew she couldn’t pull the hit off by herself. With Supreme out the way, a new day would dawn. Apple felt she was skilled and vicious enough to fill his shoes in the illicit business he had built.

Smiling, she rose up to passionately kiss Guy Tony like he would be the only man she would love from now on.

Guy held Apple in his arms affectionately, not wanting to let her go. He was ready to do the unimaginable for her—murder Supreme, the man who he had looked up to like a father since he was fifteen. The wheels started to turn, and Apple was ready to solidify her destiny in the underworld.

*****

Several days later, Apple was so horny and intoxicated with sexual pleasure that her voracious lovemaking pushed her physical boundaries that night—from biting, pinching, and slapping to autoerotic asphyxiation and creative breaches of body cavities. She became a beast. It turned her on knowing that Supreme would soon meet his demise at the hands of the man he once trusted and even called his own son.

So she fucked Supreme like never before, riding him with the bed shaking wildly and feeling his thick erection rooted in her, filling her up. It was the point of no return for her.

Apple’s legs quivered uncontrollably against his sides. She curved frontward, locking eyes with her lover, and dug her nails into his chest. Then she attacked his neck with bites, feeling the dick plunging in and out of her.

Supreme loved every minute of it and wondered what caused such animalistic behavior in his girl. He rested on his back, gripping Apple’s sweaty thighs, and felt himself about to explode. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh shit! Ugh! Ah! Ugh shit! Damnit!” he grunted with ferociousness, feeling Apple’s sugary walls shrink around his length.

“You like it, huh? You like how this pussy feels?” Apple asked, working her hips into him.

He crushed her sides with his massive grip, and his facial expression turned ugly like death because the pussy was too good to him.

“Fuck me!” Apple cried out. “Fuck me!”

And Supreme did just that. He pushed Apple off him and speedily repositioned her on her stomach. Then with the technique of a snake, he slid his concrete dick back into her froggy-style.

Apple pushed her face into the pillow and groaned from the harsh entry, her legs spread open like the letter V, and his dick plunging inside of her like a piece of machinery.

Supreme fucked her in that position until she purred and squirmed underneath his solid physique, feeling sandwiched between a piece of good dick and the mattress. Soon after her nut, she felt Supreme’s dick throbbing intensely inside of her, knowing he was about to come. He moved against her like an android, focused on his nut and nothing else.

“Ugh . . . yes. Ugh . . . yes. Damnit! I’m fuckin’ comin’!” he screamed out, one hand tangled in her hair and the other pushing against her side as he swayed on top of her, brewing his nut.

“Aaahhhh shit! Oh shit! Come for me, baby! Come for me,” Apple exclaimed through closed eyes and gritted teeth.She felt the final thrusts into her, and then came the explosion.

Supreme shook wildly on top of her and then, sweaty and exhausted, fell on his back next to Apple. “Shit, baby. You need to start fuckin’ me like that more often,” he said, breathing hard.

“I assume you enjoyed it,” she replied with a light smile.

“Fuck, yeah!”

Hiding her contempt, Apple looked at him, massaging his chest with care, nestled against him like he was a soft, giant teddy bear. She threw her naked leg on top of him and began kissing her man with a counterfeit love.

Supreme was none the wiser to her plot to kill him. He thought everything was all good. He slowly closed his eyes and felt relaxed enough to fall fast asleep with Apple beside him.

Once his eyes closed, however, Apple’s pleased gaze instantly changed to a scowl, and she removed herself from his reach and quickly donned her robe. She looked down at him sleeping soundly and felt the need to just spit on him. She walked out the bedroom and decided to wait for the opportunity to come knocking.

A half-hour later, Guy Tony came walking through the front door of the brownstone dressed in all-black. He had a nervous look about him, but Apple’s sweet touch and smile made him want to carry out the hit.

“He’s upstairs sleeping,” she informed him.

Guy Tony nodded. He gripped a
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45 with the latex gloves and proceeded up the stairs. When he got to the bedroom, which was silent and dark, he saw Supreme sleeping under the white sheets, out cold.

Apple moved behind Guy Tony, gently wrapping her arms around him, to assure him, and said, “Baby, just do it. Now is our chance.”

Guy Tony glanced back at her with a deadpan expression. Then he sighed quietly and advanced into the room. He stood over Supreme’s sprawled figure and pointed the gun at his head, but he couldn’t look at his boss straight on, knowing he was about to snatch his life away. He gently placed the white sheet over Supreme’s face, to avoid freezing up on the job, and then he fired at point-blank range into his face.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Everything felt still.

Apple walked into the bedroom and stared down at the white sheets stained with crimson blood. She observed the blood dripping from Supreme’s skull onto the floor, leaving a small puddle on the carpet. She smiled. “We need to get rid of the body,” she said.

Guy Tony nodded, and the two then went into action, securely wrapping Supreme’s body in the sheets, putting duct tape around his legs, face, and wrists. The mattress was soaked with blood, and the carpet was ruined, so Apple and Guy Tony began to do a massive cleanup. After moving the body into the corner, they removed the bloody sheets and bed, and then tore up the carpet. It took them until morning to clean everything up, and they would have to dispose of the body the following night, since they couldn’t do it during the day.

That same morning, Guy Tony and Apple had breakfast at a local diner and tried not to mention Supreme’s murder at all. Apple dined on her meal like she was one of the regulars enjoying the day, while talking to Guy Tony in their corner booth tucked away in the back of the diner.

Apple noticed Guy Tony to be somewhat distant from her. She knew he was thinking about the killing. She took a swig of orange juice, her eyes fixed on him. “Look, don’t worry about it. We gonna be a’ight. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.”

“It needed to be done.”

Guy Tony just looked at her, and it was then that he realized how cold and calculating Apple could be. She didn’t flinch about the murder at all. She didn’t care. It was obvious she didn’t have any remorse for taking a life.

After breakfast, Apple went shopping on 59th Street, spending a small fortune on clothing and jewelry in Bloomingdales and a few boutiques in midtown Manhattan. She strutted around in her high heels and stylish outfit, carrying a few shopping bags, and like Scarface, she felt the world was hers
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*****

The following night, she and Guy Tony continued on with their mission in covering up Supreme’s murder. After the midnight hour, they carried the body out the door and stuffed him into the back of the Escalade. Guy knew of some men that would help dispose of the body for a sizable fee, no questions asked. They linked up with them in New Jersey, made the exchange, and before dawn were driving across the George Washington Bridge back into New York.

The past two days had been exhausting for Apple, but the deed was finally done. Now she was on her way up. Throughout that week, after Supreme’s murder, she put the hit out on anyone who she felt might become a threat or a problem for her. She needed Guy Tony to have her back because he was well-liked and respected. Apple knew once he confirmed that she was “official business,” the others would soon follow in line.

With Supreme MIA, people became suspicious and came to their own conclusions about his unexpected disappearance. There were arguments and speculations about Apple’s quick rise to power, but Guy Tony quickly put the doubters in check—even if it meant putting the murder game down.

The one thing Apple’s mother always taught her so well was, if you fuck a nigga the right way, he’ll give you the world. Pussy made things happen. Apple couldn’t be more proud of herself, because her sweet pussy had acquired her power and wealth.

*****

Apple had one last thing to accomplish. Something personal. She wanted to send out a strong message.

It was a late Sunday night, when she rode shotgun in the Escalade, Guy Tony driving and another one of his goons seated in the backseat. The truck stopped in front of St. Nicholas projects on Eighth Avenue. Apple took a few pulls from the cigarette and watched the area as the goon in the backseat got out and tucked a
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380 down his pants. He then disappeared into the projects, while she and Guy Tony waited patiently in the Escalade.

*****

A short moment later, Ayesha emerged from her building and began walking toward Eighth Avenue in her tight jeans and trendy tight top that accentuated her ample breasts. Clutching her Gucci handbag, she was ready to catch a cab to meet her date, who was waiting for her in Times Square. She planned on having dinner at Planet Hollywood and then catching a comedy show with someone she really liked.

As Ayesha neared Eighth Avenue, Apple’s hired goon quickly crept up behind her, raised the
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380 to the back of her head, and fired twice into her skull, sending her smashing into the ground face first. The loud shot echoed throughout the projects, rousing residents and startling those close by. The goon ran off and jumped in the truck, leaving Ayesha’s body spread out on the hard concrete, a pool of blood forming around her torn skull.

“Dumb bitch!” Apple stared at the body of her once close friend. “Talk that shit now.”

Guy busted a U-turn on Eighth Avenue and sped up the block.

Apple wanted to send out a strong message to the community that doubted her power and wanted to talk shit about her.
Don’t fuck with me!

After Ayesha’s murder, everyone soon got the message. They soon realized there was a new sheriff in town. Some thought she was even more vicious than Supreme.

CHAPTER 23

I
t was the heart of October, and Apple wasn’t the only sister to step her game up. Kola felt she needed to outdo her sister.

Kola and Cross were an item in the hood. It was like the ultimate merger when they’d linked up. Kola was the envy of every chick throughout Harlem, with her being the first woman that Cross wifed up, and she made it known every day that Cross was her boo by styling in his Range Rover and being in his arms constantly. When they’d started doing business together, Cross realized she was smart and fierce, like a female version of him.

Kola and Cross obtained a contemporary three-bedroom single-family home in Yonkers, not too far from Yonkers Raceway. Their place was far enough from Harlem’s active streets, but was a short enough drive to allow them to continue taking care of business.

Kola was happy. They were making money in every direction. Becoming a high-priced madam, her sex parties were continuing to blow up, and Cross had gotten a new drug connect, still having the hood on lockdown with product and muscle. Still, he had rivals who wanted to see his downfall, and he never knew when and how the feds were watching him.

Cross couldn’t afford to have any slip-ups, so the couple kept everything discreet. No direct phone calls, no meetings with anyone that they didn’t know personally, and no unnecessary violence, to avoid unwanted attention.

While Kola and Cross tried to keep a low profile, Apple was a different story. She was becoming the Tony Montana of Harlem, making enemies in every which way.

The sisters had their 18th birthday approaching soon, and Kola wanted to celebrate her birthday big, popping bottles and looking good, the way music moguls did. She wanted the biggest club, the jamming crowd, and the best DJ their money could get them, wanting to bring in her 18th birthday like a superstar.

She and Cross began putting everything in motion. It would be the party of the year. Kola’s birthday bash was going to be held at, Cipriani’s, a posh location in the city. She didn’t want to spare any expenses and was ready to throw the wildest party, like she was P. Diddy himself. She felt she deserved it. The year had been good to her, despite the tragic loss of her sister. She still couldn’t forgive Apple for it, and in her mind, both her sisters and mother died that day. She didn’t want any dealings with them. And, though some time had passed, the pain was still fresh in her heart.

Apple had changed so much that the hood was saying they could no longer tell the difference between the two sisters, both of them now in the same in style of dress and with fierce attitudes. Apple used to be the nonchalant, quiet one that the neighbors liked better. Now the only way the community could tell them apart was by the cars they drove—Apple in her powder blue Benz or Kola in her BMW 5-Series. The other distinction was by their boyfriends, Kola being with Cross, and Apple with Guy Tony.