Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(42)
The hood soon started buzzing about Lil’ Meek’s murder. A majority didn’t care, and thought he was just another crackhead shot dead in the streets. The body was covered and transported to the morgue, while everyone else continued on with their evening activities, with little gossip about the murder after the police left the scene.
*****
The sun had just set, and the balmy night was slowly developing over the projects. Kola sat in the passenger seat of the dark Tahoe listening to Danny inform her about news she needed to hear.
“Yo, Kola, from what I’m hearing on the streets, it was that nigga J-Dogg that bodied ya little sister,” Danny said.
Kola was seething with anger and wanted to snap J-Dogg’s neck. She knew he had just come home right before spring from doing an eighteen-month bid upstate. An independent thug with a violent attitude and a rap sheet longer than her arm, J-Dogg was always trouble. He was also known to be a gun-for-hire and would do anything for a few dollars. Kola wanted him dead, but not before she got to torture him for more information. She wanted every breathing soul behind her sister’s murder to suffer greatly. She wanted justice and knew she was the only one in the family capable of exacting it, since she thought Apple was just too weak and na?ve at times, and her mother was just a stupid bitch.
*****
Kola wasn’t able to rest. She had met up with Mike-Mike at his crib a few hours earlier, needing his support. She wanted him to put as many guns as he could on the streets and do what they did best—Get information by brutal force and then murder everything that moved—but Mike-Mike was against it.
He had looked at Kola seriously and stated, “Nah, we can’t do that right now, Kola. Shit is too hot out there.”
“What the f-uck you talkin’ ’bout, Mike-Mike?”
“You heard me. We at war right now wit’ this upcoming drug crew that’s tryin’ to step on our toes, make a name for themselves. Cross and me, we hot right now. Feds is on us, you hear me? We get involved wit’ this shit wit’ you, and we f*ckin’ ourselves.”
With teary eyes, Kola returned with, “So, it’s like that now, Mike-Mike? They body my little sister, and I’m supposed to let that shit ride like that?”
“Kola, you know it ain’t nothin’ personal. It’s just too many bodies right now attracting f*cked-up attention on our operation. It’s just niggas is hot and need to chill from the body count. You know it ain’t no disrespect wit’ you. I got love for you, Kola, but you don’t even know who did the shit yet. Niggas just talkin’, that’s all.”
“Fuck you, Mike-Mike!” Kola barked.
Kola quickly stood from her chair, not believing what she’d heard. She never thought she would see the day when Mike-Mike and his peoples would turn away from her or act like some scared bitches. She’d been around them for years and witnessed the many murders and other violent acts they’d committed, and had proven time and time again that she was a ride-or-die bitch. She was the baddest chick around who always had their backs, and this was how they repaid her?
Mike-Mike remained seated in his cushioned La-Z-Boy recliner and looked up at Kola with cold eyes. He knew she was upset, but the streets were hot at the moment, and Cross had warned everyone to lay low and chill. He knew Kola was hurting over her sister’s death deeply, and he wanted nothing more than to kill those behind it, but it was going to entail too great a risk, especially since the feds were investigating and watching them. Kola was emotional and not thinking rationally, seeing only revenge and not the aftermath.
Mike-Mike watched Kola storm out of his apartment ranting and cursing. After she slammed the door shut, he could still hear her mouth in the hallway. He lit up a Black & Mild and leaned back in his chair. Mike-Mike wanted to relax that morning and think about his chances on the streets. Donny B’s murder a few days earlier had him a little spooked. Word on the streets was, he was an informant and working with the police.
Mike-Mike was the one who had snatched Donny B’s life away violently. It was both personal and business, but now he had to lay low and allow things to smooth over.
But the abrupt kicking in of his front door an hour after Kola had left, and a dozen armed and suited tactical officers rushing in and screaming out, “Police! NYPD! NYPD!” made it clearly known that he had f*cked up somewhere.
Mike-Mike rushed from his chair and tried to make his escape out the bedroom window, ready to leap from two floors up, but he was quickly subdued by a half-dozen officers, thrown forcefully to the floor, and pinned face down, where he was crushed against the floor by the boots and strong arms of several cops, and his arms forced behind his back.
He was read his rights and led out of the building shirtless, barefoot, and in his sagging jeans by the army of officers. It was a spectacle for everyone to see—the notorious drug dealer finally captured for Donny B’s murder.
*****
Kola was heartbroken when she received the news about Mike-Mike. It felt like her world was falling apart—her sister was dead, Apple was MIA, and now Mike-Mike, her longtime friend and lover, was incarcerated. Still, she was determined to get her revenge.
She plotted with Danny about going after J-Dogg and shooting him down like a dog. But then again, she wanted to kidnap him and put such a hurting on him, he would want to die. She tried to block out Mike-Mike’s arrest from her mind. She knew he would do some time. Word was out on the streets that he was the one that killed Donny B, shooting him down in cold blood in front of his friends. Kola knew Mike-Mike was heartless like that, and his arrest was a great loss to her because, before the bullshit, he did anything she asked.