Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(40)
Supreme stepped in front of her, snapping her back to reality. Then she remembered what she’d come for.
He looked at her with a cool stare and asked, “Like what you see?”
Apple ignored him and continued with her beefing. “I ain’t payin’ you shit back, you foul muthaf*cka! You had my sister murdered!”
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Apple,” Supreme shot back. “Look, I had a problem wit’ you, not your sister. I heard about that, though. My condolences to you and your family. How are they holding up after such a tragedy? My hands are clean from that, but our business is still our business.”
“What? Are you f*ckin’ kiddin’ me?” Apple screamed.
She lunged for Supreme, but he quickly subdued her and tossed her into the couch like she was nothing. His cousin Don just stood on the sideline and watched, warning Supreme to be careful in the apartment.
“Relax, shawty. Ain’t no need for that shit here,” he told her coolly.
“Fuck you!”
Supreme let out a sinister chuckle. “Yeah, that would be nice, but unfortunately, you ain’t on that level right now. But I tell you this—That shit wit’ your sister, that’s on you, love, not me. You probably could have prevented it, hypothetically . . . if I had some shit to do wit’ it. But I don’t rock like that.”
“What?” she asked, confused by his statement.
Supreme smiled. “I’m just saying, you already lost one sister. Damn! It would be a shame if you was to lose another. Especially so soon.”
“Are you threatening my twin?”
“Nah, I’m just saying, shit happens. You feel me, Apple? I know you and Kola ain’t tight like that, but she’s still kin. And ya moms . . . damn, she must be a f*ckin’ wreck right now, losing her youngest like that. But, look, shit happens, right? That’s life. What can we do about it? We can’t take time back, but we can make our future brighter by just doin’ what’s right. Ya feel me, Apple?”
Apple just looked at Supreme. In her heart, she knew he was a devious muthaf*cka.“You hate me right now, huh?” Supreme asked with a smile.
“Go to f*ckin’ hell!” she shouted.
“Maybe. But, look, I can put the word out on the street, find out who’s responsible for that shit. Get you the shooter. You want justice for Nichols, Apple? You want that nigga that pulled the trigger to pay? I can find him for you. You think you got resources; I got more.”
Supreme stared at Apple for an answer. He then added, “I rather have you work wit’ me than against me. You understand? You don’t need any more bloodshed within your family. I’m just saying, it’ll be a better situation for you and me.”
Apple looked at Supreme, and realizing how dangerous he really was, she began to wonder what she had gotten herself into. His composed tone made him the devil she didn’t need to know. She reluctantly surrendered her attitude and listened to what he had to say. She figured she couldn’t get her revenge through the front door, so she decided to go around the back. She wanted to get close to him. To hurt him like he had hurt her family. Apple decided to be cunning like her mother and use the one thing that was golden to her—*.
“You do two things for me, and I’ll make sure you turn out a’ight. You feel me, Apple? I’ll make sure the nigga that hurt you will pay.”
Supreme moved closer to Apple, seeing he had her somewhat relaxed and listening. He took a seat next to her and slowly placed his arm around her. He then softly said, “First, tell me who told you I was here.”
Don, standing behind Supreme, just smiled at the way he pimped his game on the young girl.
Apple was reluctant to tell Supreme, but the way he looked at her, she knew he wouldn’t accept anything but the truth. She sighed deeply. “Lil’ Meek.”
“A’ight. And, second, you take care of me, and I’ll take care of you. I promise you, nothin’ will happen to you or your family. You understand? But you still owe me somethin’,” he said coolly, a gleam in his eyes.
Apple couldn’t believe she was about to do the unthinkable. Even though she was beefing with Kola and wasn’t on good terms with her mother, she didn’t want anything to happen to them, because they were still the only family she had left.
Supreme turned around and nodded to his cousin and then gestured for her to follow him into the bedroom. Apple slowly stood, her stomach in knots, her nerves frayed. She walked behind Supreme into the bedroom, and he slowly closed the door behind them.
Inside the lavish room, the king-size bed had a raised headboard displayed above polished hardwood floors, artwork hung on the walls, and the ceiling fan turned slowly.
Apple felt Supreme grab her from behind with such intensity, she flinched. She closed her eyes and felt his touch on her. What the f-uck am I doing? She’d never thought she would be sleeping off her debt—and sleeping with the enemy.
Supreme slowly lifted her skirt and touched between her legs. He then ripped her panties off and noticed the small blade that fell to the floor. He looked down at it and knew what the sharp tool was meant for. He smiled, knowing that things had turned in a different direction.
With Apple’s torn panties in his hand and her denim skirt raised to her hips, exposing her shaved vagina, Supreme pushed her forward, bent her over face down into the cushioned bed, and began unzipping his jeans. He pulled out his thick dick and readied it for entry.