Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(45)
Kola sighed. “Wait till I see this f*ckin’ bitch! It’s f*ckin’ on! She don’t f*ckin’ come to our sister’s funeral? She’s a dumb f*ckin’ bitch! I swear, I’ma hurt that bitch when I see her. I’ma f*ckin’ hurt her, Danny. She’s so f*ckin’ disrespectful.”
Danny allowed Kola to rant as he steered the truck back to Harlem. Feeling the same way, he nodded in agreement with everything Kola said about her sister.
Within twenty minutes, they were back in Harlem. Danny parked in front of Lincoln Projects and waited for Kola to go inside to get a few things.
Kola had decided to leave her mother’s apartment and shack up with Danny at his place in Washington Heights. The day before the funeral, she’d cleared everything out of her bedroom with Danny’s help, tossed her things into a large trash bag, and threw it in the back of the Tahoe. Now, she was returning to pick up the few things she’d left behind. She only took clothes, money, shoes, and other accessories she needed, telling herself everything else could easily be replaced.
On her way to Danny’s apartment, Kola told him to pull over for a moment, and he did without question. She stepped out of the truck and peered out at her Harlem hood from an uphill block that had a phenomenal view of her urban world. Kola looked down at the city and smiled, thinking about the illicit business she was putting together with her young stable of hoes. With Mike-Mike locked up, she was still going to continue on with it. It was her dream to get paid and one day run the city, and Nichols’ murder gave her that extra push.
She then got back into the truck with a mission to accomplish. She closed her eyes and was ready to go to her new home, which was a decent distance from where tragedy had struck her family.
That same night in Danny’s studio apartment, he ate her out like it was his obligated duty. Now that Mike-Mike was locked up, Danny wanted to take his place. He wanted to be the one Kola relied on, for everything.
Kola wanted to get her mind off the past and her heartache, and sex was the only way she knew how. The duo was butt naked and all over each other, stirring up the white sheets with sex and sweat.
Kola tasted the tip of Danny’s thick dick, licking all around it like it was a lollipop. She then ran her tongue up and down the base, causing him to squirm with delight from the sensation. She sucked him so good, Danny nearly busted a nut in her mouth, but he held back and allowed her to straddle him so she could feel him deep inside of her.
Kola dug her nails into Danny’s chest as he plunged into her aggressively. Then he flipped her over and continued. He held Kola tightly, panting and twisting between her thighs. Soon, he came inside her, shuddering between her legs. Kola panted too with a spent look, while lying underneath Danny’s sweaty body.
Kola needed that release, but it didn’t fully cure her anger and bitterness over the loss she’d suffered. Still, she knew that in due time, she was going to be OK. She refused to let her world fall apart, and getting money was on her mind. Getting money would be her remedy.
*****
When Apple opened her eyes in the late evening, Supreme was navigating his truck down the busy DC streets, with its hectic rush-hour traffic and network of grid-like streets named after the different states. She had slept for a long time but wasn’t expecting to be in a different city when she woke up. The four-hour drive was her first real trip out of town, not including the short venture into New Jersey for Summer Jam.
She looked out the window in awe at the city’s magnificent structures, from the soaring Treasury Building to the United States Capitol. She yearned to get a glimpse of the White House, thinking about the country finally having a black president in the Oval Office.
As the evening continued on, DC became illuminated in a mixture of colors that extended for miles. Like lights on a Christmas tree, it captivated Apple’s eyes.
“You like?” Supreme asked.
“I never really been out of New York before,” she informed him.
“It’s fun. You’ll like it here.”
“We’re staying here?”
“Nah, just taking some time away from New York to get us situated. I know you don’t wanna be around that bullshit back home.”
Apple didn’t answer him. She just continued to look out the window, taking in the city’s scenery one block at a time, her mind far removed from home and her family. With the smile she had on her face, it felt like Nichols’ murder didn’t even happen. She was too caught up in Supreme and his promises.
Supreme drove Apple sightseeing around the lively city, taking her from Foggy Bottom to the National Mall, where millions of men and women had stood in the subzero cold to witness President Obama’s inauguration. Apple was wide-eyed when she saw the White House from a distance. She wondered if the president was actually home.
“Oh my God! I can’t believe I’m actually this close to seeing the White House,” she exclaimed with joy.
“Yeah, there it is. Shit, we can be the first couple and shit,” Supreme joked.
Apple didn’t know Supreme had a humorous side. He wasn’t the monster loan-sharking pervert from her Harlem neighborhood; he was actually kind to her, smiling and treating her like she was his woman. Apple became more relaxed around him and didn’t know how she’d ended up in a different state with him. Miles away from home now, it didn’t strike her that she had missed her little sister’s funeral. In her mind, Supreme had helped her escape the poverty and harshness of her old life, which she wanted to leave behind.