Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(32)
Apple didn’t want to come clean, knowing how quickly things could spiral out of control, even though they already had. But she didn’t want to believe Nichols was taken because of a meager debt she owed. It scared her to know that she could be responsible for her sister’s kidnapping, and it was eating away at her conscience.
Kola stared at Apple, demanding an answer from her.
Apple shut her eyes for a moment, leaned her back against the wall, then looked at her younger sibling by only forty-six minutes. “I borrowed money from him, a’ight?”
“You dumb bitch!” Kola barked. “You know how grimy that nigga is! Why the f-uck did you even get in bed wit’ that nigga? What the f-uck were you thinkin’?”
“I just needed it. It was important.”
“And you couldn’t come to me for it?”
Apple sucked her teeth and spit out a quick, “Please.”
“So now you in debt to this stupid muthaf*cka for how much?”
“I borrowed five hundred, but he raised it to six-fifty.”
“Six hundred and fifty dollars? Why? For a f*ckin’ outfit for that Summer Jam concert? You tell Supreme I’ll give him his f*ckin’ money, but if he touches my sister, he’s dead.”
Apple was quiet. It was the first time in a long while that she let Kola talk without interfering. She knew Kola was right. She tried to hold back her tears and contain her guilt.
She now knew that she had grossly underestimated Supreme. Stupidly she thought she would take the money, he’d push up for sex, and she’d turn him down. Never in her wildest imagination did she think he would handle young girls as he did a dude on the street. Even though there was no solid proof that Supreme was responsible for Nichols’ disappearance, she knew he had a hand in it somehow.
“I can’t even look at you right now, Apple, but I swear, if anything happens to Nichols, I will never forgive you for this.” Kola charged out the stairway exit and slammed the door behind her, leaving Apple slumped against the wall, knowing she had seriously f*cked up.
CHAPTER 13
Two days after Nichols’ kidnapping, she was still confined to the cold, dirty ground, handcuffed to the radiator, and being raped repeatedly. The abuse was starting to break her down. She would never be the same. She continued to sob, while her hope of being freed died out. Nichols trembled, her stomach growling with hunger, her naked body covered with bruises and welts. She couldn’t move or stand up, and hadn’t been allowed to shower since becoming captive.
Supreme and Guy Tony walked into the basement. Supreme, dressed in a Nike track suit and clutching a cigar in his hand, went over to Nichols and looked down at her with fake compassion. He then looked at his three goons and shouted, “This is what y’all do to her?”
“We got bored, man,” one of the men replied, in an attempt at humor. “She was the only thing around to play with.”
Supreme smiled at his men, knowing he didn’t care how they treated her, but he wanted her to feel comfortable. He looked at one of his goons and instructed, “Yo, take them handcuffs off. Let her free for a moment.”
Nichols was quickly freed, and she hugged the cold floor with her naked b-reasts and sobbed.
Supreme stood over her and said, “Look, we gonna get through this, a’ight? You hungry?”
Nichols continued to sob, her body trembling from the chill and abuse.
Supreme looked over at his goons and said, “Yo, go get her somethin’ to eat. Some chicken and rice from that bodega up the block. And bring her some water.”
One took off, while the others were baffled as to what he was doing.
Supreme picked her up from the floor and carried her over to the couch and placed her gently on her side. Then he said to her, “Once your sister pays up, you get let go.”
A confused Guy Tony looked at Supreme but kept his mouth shut.
Weak and frightened, Nichols looked up at Supreme with teary eyes and didn’t say a word. Hearing him say that she would be let go was a relief to her. Somewhat. She curled up on the couch and lay there.
Supreme sat next to her, stroking her hair and admiring her beauty behind the battered face and constant tears. “It’s not your fault that you’re here. I just got some unfinished business wit’ your sisters, and once that is taken care of, you’re free to go,” he told her.
He continued to stroke her. His touch went from her long hair to her slim neck, and then he touched the small of her back. “You know, you’re beautiful just like your sisters. I always liked your sisters. They’re somethin’ else. Are you like your sisters, Nichols?”
Nichols looked at him, not understanding his question.
Supreme slowly massaged the small of her back and pulled her closer. “I’m sorry my peoples had to rough you up like that. It was uncalled for. They’re like children; they just don’t know how to treat certain toys. They get excited and then play too rough. Did they hurt you?”
Nichols body tensed up from Supreme’s touch. Her insides hurt, her jaw was slightly swollen, and her anus felt raw and violated. She had endured one penetration after the other—no mercy had been shown to her in the past two days.
Supreme licked his lips as he slid his hand near her backside, which he was admiring. He lusted over how firm her b-reasts were. Even though she was a virgin just a few days ago, Supreme had no use for her pu-ssy now. Not after his workers had run a train on her. He had a taste for something else.