Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(23)

“This bitch better hurry the f-uck up and give me my money! She thinks this is a f*ckin’ game wit’ me,” Supreme said, anger pouring from his voice.

Guy Tony, aware of Supreme’s deadly temper, sat quietly. He knew there was no calming him, so he just sat listening to him rant about the violence he would do to her. And the things he heard made him almost feel sorry for her.

It was nearing nine o’clock, and the two had sat for almost two hours waiting impatiently, knowing that Apple would arrive soon. They scanned the area, making sure they weren’t so easily seen and also keeping an eye out for her.

*****

Apple strutted to her building looking like Kola again. The hood was blaring with rap music, and blinged-out guys with their pants low were lingering about on the balmy Thursday night. She had just come from Ayesha’s place, where the two just chilled, reminisced, and talked about a variety of things, from men to friends, as she braided her friend’s hair. Apple was ready to confess to Ayesha about her problem with Supreme, but the embarrassment of anyone knowing about her borrowing money from the vile loan shark stopped her from saying a mumbling word.

She walked into the lobby, thinking it was clear of any danger, and believing she once again had deceived Supreme, if he was watching her from a distance. She smiled as she approached the elevator. She just wanted to strip away her clothing and take a nice, soothing shower, with the summer heat sticking to her skin.

“Hurry the f-uck up!” Apple exclaimed, looking up at the display and seeing that the elevator had been stuck on the sixth floor for the longest. She didn’t want to take the pissy stairway, especially with the shoes she had on.

Apple looked around; it was quiet, and no thugs were around. She liked it that way. She continued to look up at the illuminated display, which changed from six to five. Finally, she thought.

The quietness of the lobby was suddenly disrupted by a booming voice that startled her.

“Yo, Apple!” Supreme shouted.

It was like he appeared out of thin air, his size and height towering over Apple like a skyscraper. He looked fiercely at her and approached her with his quick step.

Apple threw her game face on and said, “Didn’t I f*ckin’ tell you—”

Before Apple could say another word, Supreme quickly grabbed the petite twin by her throat and forced her into the stairway.

Apple struggled with him, fighting, kicking, and trying to shout, “Get the f-uck off me!” But Supreme’s strength was so overwhelming, it felt like she had a pair of large vise grips wrapped around her neck. Apple struggled to breathe. She tried to kick him in his genitalia, but Supreme didn’t budge.

“You tryin’ to play me, bitch!” he screamed. He thrust her against the solid wall, keeping his strong grip around her. The two tussled, but Supreme was winning the battle.

Guy Tony suddenly appeared in the stairway and looked at Apple. He had a deadpan gaze as he stood behind his boss. He didn’t dare interfere with Supreme’s business.

“Get the f-uck off me, muthaf*cka!” Apple shouted, still trying to fight back.

“You playin’ me, bitch!”

“You wanna f-uck wit’—”

“Bitch, cut the f*ckin’ charades!” he said, cutting her off. “I know you ain’t her. We seen your tramp sister ride off with Mike-Mike earlier.”

The light and fire in Apple’s eyes slowly began to diminish when she heard that. The jig was up.

“Now, where’s my f*ckin’ money? Or do I gotta rape you in this stairway to get what’s mine?”

Supreme was so close to Apple, her b-reasts were pressed into his chest, and she could smell every bit of his breath.

Supreme forced her legs open and moved his hand up her smooth light-brown thigh, resting it near her pu-ssy and feeling the warmth between her legs. “I want what’s owed to me, you f*ckin’ bitch! You think you can take from me and play me? Huh, bitch?” he shouted.

“Fuck you!” Apple spat back.

“Oh, you got balls now, huh. Let’s see then.” Supreme grabbed himself a handful of her pu-ssy and molested her with a fiendish smile.

Apple squirmed in his tight hold, but she couldn’t break free. She felt his long, thin fingers pry into her panties and try to penetrate her. She cringed and cried out as Supreme violated her. “Stop it!”

“Nah, I don’t feel any balls, but I feel somethin’ much nicer,” Supreme mocked. He pushed against her more vigorously and began pulling up her skirt, exposing her panties. He was ready to rip Apple’s panties off and bend her over for a forceful f-uck, but she fought back, biting him on the side of his neck and drawing blood.

After pushing him away, she dropped her skirt and prepared to fight back some more.

“You f*ckin’ bitch!” he shouted.

“Fuck you!”

Supreme was ready to hurt Apple but stopped when the door flew open and Kola charged into the stairway, shouting, “What the f-uck you doin’ to my sister?”

Supreme glared at Kola and shouted, “Stay the f-uck out my business! This shit don’t concern you.”

“Muthaf*cka, like hell it don’t! That’s my sister you f*ckin’ wit’! Nigga, you musta lost ya f*ckin’ mind!”

“I ain’t got no beef wit’ you, Kola.”