Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(44)
The white Cadillac STS came to a stop in front of the Durango, and Guy Tony stepped out from the driver’s side carrying a small bag, which J-Dogg assumed was the money and items he needed to leave town.
J-Dogg was upset that Supreme sent one of his henchmen instead of coming himself. “Yo, where the f-uck is Supreme?” he shouted.
“He got caught up in somethin’ and sent me,” Guy Tony said.
“Nah, f-uck that! He told me he would be here.” J-Dogg had the gun near his side with the safety off. If Guy Tony was to flinch wrong, he was ready to put a few hot bullets in him. “But that’s my money?”
Guy Tony kept his cool and acted casual while taking a few careful steps closer to J-Dogg. “I’m just the messenger,” he exclaimed calmly.
His trigger finger itching, J-Dogg quickly looked around and stepped out of his car. He was hungry to snatch the bag from Guy Tony’s hand and drive off, but hesitated to take any steps closer.
“Why the f-uck he send you, Guy? Huh? Somethin’s up?” J-Dogg continued to look around the area nervously.
“I told you before, he got caught up wit’ somethin’. Now, I ain’t got all day, J-Dogg. You want the bag or what?” Guy Tony shouted.
“Yeah. Just toss me my shit.”
Guy Tony tossed the small brown duffel bag over to J-Dogg, and it landed at his feet. He then took a few steps back and said, “Open it and see if we good.”
Uneasily, J-Dogg crouched down near the bag, slowly unzipped it, and saw thirty thousand dollars in small bills stuffed inside, along with what appeared to be his fake driver’s license and a few other items. He nodded.
Before J-Dogg could look back up at Guy Tony, a shadowy figure crept up behind him with the swift motion of a cheetah. J-Dogg didn’t get to turn and see what was happening. He just felt the cold steel of a Desert Eagle pressed to the back of his head, and it fired without any delay.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
J-Dogg’s brain matter was scattered across the shaded street, and his body laid sprawled out face down on the concrete, three huge holes in his head.
Guy Tony ran up to the body and quickly snatched up the bag of cash and everything else, while the mystery killer disappeared back into the shadows from where he came.
A few minutes later, Supreme’s truck slowly rolled by the deadly scene with Apple seated in the passenger’s side. He pointed out J-Dogg’s body and said, “See, love? There’s your justice. I promised you that.”
Apple looked down at the body with an expressionless gaze. She took the entire scene in slowly and knew that Nichols’ killer would rot in hell.
Feeling like her king and hero, Supreme smiled. He had orchestrated everything perfectly. He placed his hand on Apple’s uncovered thigh, with her skirt riding up her legs, and massaged her lightly, eager to move it farther up her legs.
“You ain’t gotta worry about the bullshit anymore. I’ma take care of you, Apple. I told you I would make it right, and as you see, I made the shit right.”
Apple looked at Supreme with a slight smile and rested back in her seat, remaining quiet. Supreme drove off the block, heading toward I-95/New Jersey Turnpike with plans on taking her on a trip out of town. Maybe wine and dine her, take her shopping, and introduce her to the finer things in life. He was rooted in her head and planned on staying there for a long while.
CHAPTER 17
Nichols’ funeral was a simple one, with a few friends, family, and residents from the community coming together and collecting donations to assist with the burial. After a short ceremony, she was about to be buried in a Bronx cemetery. It was a cloudy day with graying skies, and a gentle breeze pushed through the small crowd gathered around the casket.
Kola stood next to her teary-eyed mother, who was dressed in a black V-neck dress with black shoes and constantly wiping the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief. Kola wore a short black dress, revealing her substantial cl-eavage and long legs, while sporting a pair of six-inch Christian Louboutin stilettos. Feeling no desire to comfort her crying mother, she stood near her sister’s casket, wearing a pair of dark Gucci shades to hide her crying eyes. She stood still, taking no one’s hand, as the preacher led the group into a prayer.
Remaining aloof, Kola’s eyes focused on the dark brown casket that she’d paid $1,500 for. The funeral was a little costly, but Kola wanted her little sister to go out in style. She clenched her fists, her eyes fixed on the three dozen white roses that decorated Nichols’ casket.
The preacher and others in attendance recited the Lord’s Prayer, but Kola played no part in it, refusing to say any verses. She was furious, not seeing Apple at the wake or the burial. In fact, it had been almost a week since she had seen her sister, and she almost went berserk thinking about how disrespectful Apple was. How f*ckin’ dare she! Kola thought.
People were asking her continuously, “How is Apple holding up? I haven’t seen her around. Where is she?”
Kola tried to ignore the questions concerning her sister. She didn’t want to hear about that bitch at all. Her beef with Apple was far from over. She felt Apple left her stranded with their mother, who was in shambles. Kola felt Apple should be bearing the burden that she’d caused their already dysfunctional family. But she was MIA.
After the burial, Kola didn’t stick around to speak to anyone, not even her mother, who called out for her. She trotted off the grass-covered cemetery and headed straight to Danny, who was waiting for her in the truck parked some distance from the internment. Once inside the truck, Kola sat back in her seat and instructed Danny to drive off. Danny nodded and turned the Tahoe off the green meadow and exited the cemetery into the busy Bronx street.