Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(29)

“You’re here ’cause of your sisters, Nichols. They f-uck wit’ me, I f-uck wit’ them. But don’t worry, when I get my money, you get let go. Until then, get comfortable,” Supreme said.

Nichols cried out, “No!”

Supreme stood over the naked girl and admired her body. He loved the way her curves rounded every inch of her and how succulent her tits looked. Her skin looked so soft and she was just so innocent. He knew Delray and his goons already had their way with her. They were vicious like that—a group of bloodthirsty hounds that would, for the right price, do anything he asked.

Supreme knew Delray would be the right man for the job. He needed a smooth-talking pimp to convince Nichols into leaving with him, one that she’d even trust, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. He didn’t want to force the girl off the street and draw attention to himself, so he and Delray had watched Nichols and Dina the entire day as they walked up and down 125th Street, going in and out of stores, and then waited as the two were inside Hue-Man Bookstore.

When they saw Dina exit the store without Nichols, Delray knew it was perfect. They followed Nichols from the store, and Delray made sure they stopped at the red light where she was about to cross the street, so he could make eye contact with her. Everything had worked out as planned. Nichols was too gullible; she wasn’t like her sisters. And with the right game, he had her eating out of his hand.

Nichols curled up and continued to cry. She was so scared, she wanted to pee on herself, but she figured the worst was over. She was being held for ransom, and she figured Kola would pay up for her release, so for the time being, she closed her eyes and tried to think positively.

Supreme left his two goons to watch her closely, but once the doors were shut behind him, the violation and abuse began again. Both men stripped from their jeans, swollen dicks in hand, and raped and sodomized a defenseless Nichols, whose screams couldn’t penetrate the thick concrete walls and locked doors.





CHAPTER 12




It was nearing afternoon, when Apple was suddenly awakened by her mother charging into the bedroom and shouting, “Apple, where the f-uck is Nichols? She ain’t come home last night!”

Apple stirred from her bed, the mention of Nichols not coming home last night making her rise quickly. “Ma, what are you talking about?” She looked over at Nichol’s bed, which was still made, and worry sunk into her like the Titanic. She sprung to her feet. It wasn’t like Nichols to hang out all night and not let anyone know. She rushed toward Kola’s bedroom and banged on the door, but there was no answer. f-uck it! Apple thought. She picked the bedroom lock, and when she and her mother entered Kola’s bedroom, it was empty.

Then it dawned on Denise. “That bitch probably got my daughter hanging out all night with her.”

Apple thought the same thing. She tried to call Kola, but her call went straight to voice mail. The two decided to chill, and wait until Kola came home.

Late afternoon came, and Denise and Apple were watching TV, their nerves on edge. Apple kept calling Kola on her phone, but again her calls when straight to voice mail.

Apple went to the store, hoping she would run into one of her sisters, but the blocks were empty and quiet. With two murders in the past three days, the cops were on steady patrol and locking up hustlers left and right.

Kola finally walked through the front door around six in the evening.

“Kola, where’s Nichols?” Denise asked.

“I don’t know,” Kola returned with a hint of sarcasm.

“Nichols ain’t come home last night, Kola,” Apple told her.

Upon hearing that, Kola’s expression went from that of a bad girl to a worried sister. She looked at her family and spat, “What you mean, she ain’t come home last night? Where the f-uck is she?”

“We tryin’ to find that out now,” Apple said.

All of a sudden, Kola had the look of a lost soul. She immediately began to think the worst. She knew she had enemies, and wondered if someone got to Nichols in retaliation for something she’d done in her past.

She quickly got on her phone and began making calls. The first person she called was Dina. After three rings, Dina picked up, and Kola wasted no time. “Dina, where’s Nichols?” she asked frantically.

“I don’t know. The last time I saw her was yesterday evening. I left her sitting in Hue-Man on Eighth Avenue. Why? What happened?’

“She ain’t come home last night,” Kola said.

“What!”

“You sure that was the last time you saw her?” Kola asked.

“Yes. She wanted to stay, but I had to leave,” Dina said. “I’m coming over there.”

After Dina hung up, Kola made a few more phone calls. She called up a few thugs and put the word out that her little sister was missing.

Denise wanted to call the police, but Kola was against having pigs in her business, knowing her people would be on it. But Denise was adamant about getting law enforcement involved. Nichols was her baby girl, and no matter how harsh she was toward her girls, she still loved them and knew the cops were probably better at finding a missing young girl than anyone else.

“Ma, I got this!” Kola yelled.

“I’m calling them, Kola. She’s my f*ckin’ daughter!” Denise screamed out.