Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(68)

“What I need is you. You know I f*ckin’ love you.”

“Nigga, move the f-uck on. I don’t love you. Can’t you see that, muthaf*cka? We about business, not love.”

“So it’s like that? You f*ckin’ used me to get what you want, and now ain’t no love for me anymore? You f*ckin’ that nigga, huh? You think he’s gonna have your back, Apple, when shit hits the fan?”

“Guy, get yourself right. You’re a f-uck-up right now, always have been. You let Supreme use you, and I just came along and did the same. Face it, nigga—You’re a follower, not a leader.”

“Fuck you, Apple!”

“But look at the bright side, Guy. You got to f-uck me, right? I mean, I’m the best you ever gonna have . . . and you’re almost better than most. It was good while it lasted, but you need to move on. There ain’t gonna never be an us.”

“So you’re feelin’ untouchable now, huh, bitch, since you spreadin’ your legs for that cornball nigga? You feelin’ that you can’t get touched, bitch?” he shouted. “Well, let’s see how untouchable you are when I go to the cops and start runnin’ my mouth. I ain’t scared of jail, bitch. I’ll turn myself in and give you up at the same time. Tell the police everything. Shit, maybe I’ll even tell the feds about it all . . . you and me.”

“Guy, shut your f*ckin’ mouth.”

“Yeah, I’ll tell the feds how we killed Supreme while he slept. I go down, you go down.”

Apple barked, “You blackmailin’ me, muthaf*cka?”

“I want you back, Apple. I want us to be like it was.”

“There was never any us! Get that through your thick f*ckin’ skull!”

“Well, if there can’t be an us, then I’ll do it. I’ll march down to the nearest precinct and tell ’em everything. Supreme was like a father to me, and you convinced me to kill him. But I’ll get over this guilt and change my mind if you give me another chance, Apple. I want us to be together, but if we can’t, then I’ll give myself up and you. I’ll do the time. I don’t give a f-uck!”

Apple felt trapped. She couldn’t allow Guy Tony to bring her down because of his jealousy. Her tone suddenly changed with the fear of him really being that stupid and turning himself in. Her mind spinning, she tried to reason with him.

“Guy, look, shit just been a little f*cked up these past few weeks. Let’s say we get together and talk about this in person, just you and me.”

“I don’t wanna talk. I want you. I want us to be together, and unless your answer is yes, then there ain’t no f*ckin’ talkin’.”

“I need time to think, Guy.”

“Bitch, what your answer? I ain’t f*ckin’ playin’ games wit’ you!”

Feeling trapped, Apple answered, “Yes, OK. I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I don’t know what I was f*ckin’ thinking.”

Guy Tony laughed. “That’s my girl.”

“I need to see you.”

“I wanna see you too, baby. We need to make up for lost time,” he said joyfully.

“Yes, we do.”

Guy Tony laughed again, a clear indication to Apple that he was drunk and irrational. Apple felt that Guy Tony was definitely a threat to her freedom and livelihood, and without giving it a second thought, she began plotting his murder. He needed to go, like Supreme. It didn’t matter to her that they’d been friends since grade school. The only thing important to her was survival, so that meant her enemies had to fall.

“Guy, where are you now?”

“In my car, thinking about you. We can make it work, baby. I know we can.”

“I know we can, and believe me, I’m gonna make things right between us very soon.”

After Apple got off the phone with Guy Tony, Chico walked into the bedroom. She stood by the window and gazed outside at the heavy rainfall. Guy Tony had her worried, and it was a situation she needed to deal with immediately.

“Who were you on the phone with, baby?” Chico asked.

“Nobody special, just something I need to get rid of,” Apple said with a genuine smile.

Chico smiled at his woman and went closer to her while she stood by the window seemingly fascinated by the downpour. Apple, wearing a silk chemise that shaped her body very nicely, turned to him, and Chico smoothly pulled her into his arms and embraced her warm, soft body.

“You got a problem, baby?”

“Nothing I can’t handle on my own, Chico. I got this.”

He nodded. “That’s my baby. You know how to hold your own. But if it’s something serious, then let me know. No secrets, right?”

“Of course.”

Chico kissed his woman passionately and then carried her to the bed, positioned her on her backside, and began undressing. While she watched her man undress, Apple thought about how Guy Tony didn’t even come close to her boo. In just a few minutes, she had devised a scheme to have him killed and was ready to implement it.

*****

Several days later, Guy Tony was sitting in his truck by Morningside Park near 123rd Street waiting patiently to see Apple, who soon pulled up in her Benz, parked, and quickly jumped in the truck with him, her .22 and a small blade concealed, just in case he became violent.