Coca Kola - The Baddest Chick (21 page)

Devon gripped the mask, smiled, and snatched it off aggressively. He cringed at the sight of her. “Oh shit!”.

Peon walked over and stared at her like she was some kind of freak.

“Wow! They really fucked you up, Apple. Damn! I ain’t think it was that bad. Shit, at least you still got the other side looking right. You fuckin’ freak!”

Apple screamed and struggled under her attackers’ weight. “Aaaahhh! GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME!”

The mere thought of her looks being exposed in public and then being clowned and laughed at was causing Apple to go mad. Her eyes burned red with rage. She glared at Peon. “I’m gonna kill you, muthafucka!” she yelled.

“Bitch, whatever! Yo, toss this ugly piece of shit out of my lounge. We ain’t having no freaks up in here. Bitch might scare away my customers!”

Devon lifted Apple from off the floor like she was weightless and hoisted her over his shoulder. Apple continued to struggle while Devon carried her to the door. He pushed it open and continued to carry her out, while she yelled, punched, and scratched at him.

Devon tossed her to the sidewalk like she was trash. As Apple landed on her side and skinned her forearm, she cried out.

Devon only laughed. He tossed her mask out afterwards, and it landed near her roughly, but it didn’t break.

Apple slowly lifted herself up from off the ground and tried to hold back her tears. She felt crushed. She had never been so disrespected in her life. If this had happened a few months back, Peon wouldn’t have dared pulled the stunt he just did. His faggot balls would’ve been dangling from her rearview mirror.

Devon continued laughing. He then turned and shut the door behind him, leaving Apple standing in the wind, looking pitiful. She donned her clear mask and then stood alone for a moment thinking about Chico. She wanted him to come home soon. She wanted him to finish killing them all. They all deserved it.

While walking back to her car, Apple stopped suddenly. She caught a chilling feeling that made her skin itch and her stomach turn. She looked around her surroundings frantically, but she didn’t see anything alarming to her. She couldn’t shake the strange feeling that someone was watching her.

Scared, she quickly hopped into her car, started the ignition, and sped away. She passed through Harlem in a hurry and raced her McLaren onto I-87 North, back to her home an hour away upstate.

Chapter 19

K
ola straddled Cross, the satin sheets wrinkling underneath them. She felt his hard-on thrusting into her while his hands cupped her soft breasts. Her body lit up with pleasure from his intense strokes. She felt her man bury himself deep inside of her. She leaned forward and pressed against his chest, her pussy throbbing.

They were naked against each other in the dim glow coming from the vanilla-scented candles spread out strategically in the bedroom, where Cross, a gorgeous specimen of a man, was devouring her sex as if he needed it to live. Moaning and squirming on top of him, riding his dick like she was on a horse moving across clear pasture, Kola spiraled into bliss as he penetrated her.

She wanted to forget about that evening with Eduardo. It was a mistake, even though nothing had happened. She wanted to make up for it by fucking the shit out of her man.

She angled her hips and dug her nails into his flesh. She felt a great heat rush through her body as she tried to force his big dick deeper inside of her.

“Oh shit, baby! Ummm! Ummm! You feel so good!” she cried out.

Cross moaned.

She closed her eyes, gyrated her hips into the dick, and tilted her chin upwards toward the ceiling, her hands against Cross’ sweaty chest. She felt her orgasm finally riding its course. “I’ma cum, baby! Oh shit! I’m coming!” she cried out.

Cross gripped her silky-like hips and grunted. Her pussy was so wet and tight, it sent his eyes rolling into the back of his head like he was being possessed by it. He firmly gripped Kola’s ass and felt his nut brewing. The pussy was so good that out of the blue, Cross proclaimed, “I fuckin’ love you, baby!”

“I love you too,” Kola returned, her voice faint from the intensity of the pounding she was enduring.

The couple was unaware that Edge was secretly watching from a short distance through the bedroom door that was slightly ajar. His eyes were fixated on Kola’s backside as she rode Cross in a heat of passion. He wanted to know that feeling. Jealousy began stirring up inside of him. He wanted what Cross had.

His eyes narrowed in on the way Kola was positioned on top of her man—the way she straddled him against the mattress—and he slowly touched himself, her fervent moans echoing in his mind.

Edge and Cross had come in late that evening, and Cross gave him permission to crash on their couch. Edge was too tipsy to drive back to his home, so he’d plopped down on the soft couch and closed his eyes. He was supposed to be sleeping on the couch. But he took it upon himself to slowly ease up the stairs and catch an eyeful of his friend fucking.

Kola felt her legs quiver as she came. She pressed her thighs against Cross’ sides and felt a surge of relief spread throughout her as between her legs became creamy and her body started to feel spent. She panted, feeling like she was in seventh heaven.

She suddenly turned around with that eerie feeling of someone watching them. She stared at the doorway for a moment, but there wasn’t anybody there. She covered up.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Cross asked.

“I just got this creepy feeling that we’re being watched.”

“We good, baby. Edge is probably passed out on the couch.”

“He’s here?” She was waiting for her man in the bedroom upstairs and was unaware that they had company.

“The nigga was tired. I told him he could crash here for the night.”

With the sheets covering her tits, Kola removed herself from off of Cross and quickly closed the bedroom door. She regretted they had left it slightly open, but she’d assumed they were alone in their home.

She looked over at Cross and asked, “Why you have him staying the night? Oh my God, Cross! I could’ve walked out of here naked and ran into him, thinking we were alone. Don’t be doin’ that.”

“The nigga’s ’sleep, baby. He ain’t tryin’ to watch us. The nigga got his own bitch at home.”

Kola sucked her teeth and rejoined her man in the bed. She nestled against him, loving the way he caressed her in his strong arms.

“Besides, that nigga knows better,” Cross added.

With the candles still burning and Kola feeling content, she looked into her man’s eyes as the dim light shimmered on them like a Caribbean sunset. She positioned herself on top of him and pressed her tits against his chest. She kissed his neck soothingly and felt him squeeze her ass like it was soft fruit in his hands. She smiled.

As Kola lay in Cross’ arms, he was drifting off to sleep, but she remained awake and naked in her man’s arms. Her mind turned unexpectedly to Eduardo. The room was still. The scented candles continued to glow and dim the room. Her pussy was tingling. She sighed heavily.

Kola tried not to think about Eduardo, but she was worried about the next time she had to re-up. She began to wonder what would happen. Would he try to pull another stunt like before? Would his attempts to try and get into her panties become even stronger? Would he exert his authority upon her, giving her an alternative—some pussy in exchange for the ki’s?

Kola didn’t want any problems with the two most important men in her life. Business was too good. They were making money hand over fist with Eduardo’s potent product, and she didn’t want to chance losing such a good connect. She had her sister’s man’s empire crumbling, and word on the streets was that Chico had been missing in action for over a week now.

What if Eduardo continued to push up on her and she didn’t fuck him? Then their business together would dissolve. It was something she tried not to dwell on. She wondered, would she fuck Eduardo just to keep a good thing going? It would probably be her dirty little secret. Eduardo was fine, and she was definitely attracted to him on so many levels. She admitted to herself that it probably would be worth the fuck. It would be some good dick and she would keep a good thing going—solidifying their business connection. But what would be the risk if she were to take things to the next level with him?

Kola looked over at Cross and thought about their future, if there would be any. His gun trial was looming. Edge refused to take the charge for her man, and that infuriated her. Their lawyer had been very successful in postponing the case for as long as he could, but they knew an indictment and trial would be approaching soon. The DA was trying to burn them, and the prosecution was putting together their discovery for the case to incriminate both men on full charges.

Kola didn’t want to lose her man. She loved him too much. However, with the way things were going, there was a possibility he might do some jail time. She was willing to hold down the fort, though, if he had to go away for a few years. New York was serious with their gun laws, and one of the strictest states in the nation with regards to the purchase, possession, and carrying of handguns. And even though the gun was clean, with no bodies, and Cross had no criminal record prior to his arrest, they were still trying to prosecute him to the fullest extent of the law. It was going to be a tough battle to fight in court.

Kola couldn’t help but to think about her options and her future. She was a smart woman—a sharp businesswoman—but if Cross did get some time, then where would she be? She had some muscle of her own, but Cross’ name on the streets was what held her down and got her the reputation she had. Without him around, the wolves would definitely come around hunting for her.

And if she lost Eduardo as her connect, then she would be back where she started and probably fighting for her life. She had made some very dangerous enemies over the years.

Her sex parties were profitable, but they weren’t bringing in the type of income she was getting from the drug business. She had grown accustomed to her way of living, and she planned on having it stay that way. She had to play her cards right. She was playing chess, not checkers.

***

Kola woke up early the next morning. Cross was still out cold lying next to her. She gently removed herself out of the bed, trying not to wake up her boo from his sleep. She donned her long robe and went into the bathroom to pee. She then walked down the stairs and into the shadowy living room, heading toward the kitchen. The clock on the microwave said 8:25. She wanted to make breakfast for herself and her man.

She opened the fridge and removed a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk. She wanted to make some pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage.

Kola learned how to burn in the kitchen by watching her little sister cook. Nichols was the best in the kitchen—a certified chef in Kola’s eyes.

When Kola wasn’t in the streets doing her dirt, she made time to spend with her little sister. Nichols cooked for the whole family and never complained about it. Breakfast, lunch, or dinner, she made it, and everybody loved it. Kola missed Nichols and her cooking a whole lot.

Kola stood by the marble countertop with the milk in her hand, her mind drifting off to the time when her little sister was murdered. So much had changed for her. It had almost been a year since her death. It was painful to think about. She had moved on, but that tragic memory of the way her sister was murdered would always linger inside of her.

She had heard word on the streets that one of her sister’s murderers was found shot to death in the Bronx, but she didn’t have any real confirmation about her sister’s killers. But she did know one thing for sure. She held Apple as the one responsible, and she would never forgive her twin for it.

Kola went over to the stove and turned it on. She began messing around in the kitchen, looking like a natural housewife, but cooking was something she rarely did. She had been so busy with her parties and the business that fast food and dining out became an everyday thing for them.

She went to put the milk back in the fridge, and when she closed the refrigerator door, she was suddenly startled by Edge’s presence in the kitchen.

Kola jumped back and yelped, “Nigga, what the fuck! Why you sneakin’ up on a bitch?”

“I heard someone in here and came to take a look,” he said.

“What the fuck you want?”

“Just came to take a look and make sure that everything was cool in here.”

“I’m making breakfast for my man.”

“Can I get some too?” he asked with a smile.

Kola stared at him for a moment. She made sure her robe was tightened and that he was a reasonable distance away from her. “Ain’t your bitch waiting for you at your crib?”

“Nah, I’m good. Ain’t no bitch in my life right now.”

“I wonder why.”

“You need help wit’ anything, Kola?” Edge started to think about how he caught her riding Cross’ dick last night. He smiled to himself. He wondered if her pussy was percolating through her robe.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Kola cut her eyes over at him, and Edge held her wicked stare with a teasing smile of his own as he stood there shirtless, his jeans sagging off his ass.