Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(69)
Apple put on her perfect smile and charm, hugging Guy Tony when she greeted him. “Baby, you OK? I’ve been worried about you.”
“I’m good. I was f*cked up the other night, but I’m good.”
“That’s good to hear.”
Guy Tony looked at her, his eyes staying on her long legs a little too long, with Apple’s skirt riding up her thigh. He licked his lips. “I missed you,” he said. He leaned in close to her, placing his hand on her thigh.
“I know you did. I missed you too.”
Apple didn’t flinch upon feeling his touch, but kept her composure. She knew she needed to play his game and convince him that everything was OK, until the deed was done. So she continued with her fake smiles and positive attitude toward him, becoming that Academy Award-winning actress for the day. Inside, she felt disgusted by him and figured once the threat was gone, she could breathe easily.
As they talked, Guy Tony began to relax, feeling like his old self once more. Still, Apple could no longer trust him. She continued on with her role, and to seal his trust, she took his hand and placed it farther up her skirt.
She didn’t resist the sexual gesture, feeling the warmth between her thighs, and as his reach advanced, he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties, which aroused him. Guy Tony’s eyes danced with excitement.
Apple let his fingers explore for a short moment, but was unmoved by his finger pushing inside of her. She pulled his lips close and locked onto him with a strong kiss. She could feel his heart racing. The taste of his breath made her want to puke, but she went along with the program, maintaining her calm, trying to avoid cutting open his throat. She couldn’t afford to get her hands dirty.
She suddenly pulled away from him, leaving him yearning for her to continue. With the foreplay out the way, she wanted to get back to business. “I got some business for you,” she said. “I need you to do a pickup for me.”
“Where?”
“Tomorrow. That spot over on a Hundred and Forty-Fifth Street. Munchies owe me a payment, five stacks. I trust you with it.”
“A’ight, I’m on it.”
Apple smiled. “It’s good to have you back, Guy.”
“Like old times, right?”
“Of course.” To seal the deal, Apple kissed him once more. She felt his lips lock onto hers so tight that she thought he would pull her tongue from her mouth. She pulled away, smiled at him, and exited his truck.
While walking back to her Benz, she felt the urge to wash her mouth out with soap. Guy Tony had never been a good kisser. He was sloppy, too wet, and it always felt like he was trying to swallow her whole.
Looking in her rearview mirror, she watched him pull off and hoped by tomorrow night, he wouldn’t be a problem for her anymore. He was just too stupid to realize he was walking into a trap.
Apple continued to look into her rearview mirror while touching up her lipstick that Guy Tony had smeared. She then stared at her eyes. They had changed into something so cold and calculating. She had transformed into a completely different woman after her little sister’s murder. A year ago, she wouldn’t even have thought to have someone murdered, but now it came easy to her, like child’s play.
*****
Guy Tony stopped in front of Munchies’ spot just as the night was about to cover the city. The streets were still busy with people and traffic, the fall gradually changing the color of the leaves on the trees. He got out his truck, a 9mm hidden underneath his V?lkl jacket, and looked around. The block was slowly losing the day’s traffic of shoppers and residents, who moved up and down the block like they were programmed.
With a determined mindset to get the job done and satisfy Apple, Guy Tony stared at Munchies’ worn-out spot, with its fading green awning and dilapidated front entrance that was slanted on the hill. He yearned to have Apple in his arms again.
After collecting from Munchies, his next big move would be to take out Chico. It was a risk he was willing to take, especially for love.
Guy Tony moved to the front entrance in a confident stride; he was well known in the area. When people saw his face, they didn’t know what to expect from him. Sometimes he was an understanding and reasonable man, other times he was violent and cold. It was his unpredictability that made him feared. He could be lenient, but then again heartless.
After walking into the soul food spot that ran numbers and gambling in a secret back room, he looked around for the owner. The restaurant wasn’t busy, but Guy Tony knew where they got their true money. He could hear dishes and pots moving around in the kitchen. The tables were old, the lighting dimmed, and the flooring tattered. The place was in need of a serious renovation. Despite its raggedy appearance, the food was excellent. Munchies had been around for years, and was famous for its peach and sweet potato pies, fish sandwiches, and crab cakes.
*****
Munchies had hired a nice little staff and management, and soon got rich off his cooking, but greed overcame him. Wanting more, he ran numbers in the back of his place and had late-night gambling downstairs in the stonewall basement. He had his own Atlantic City casino going on, being under the radar of law enforcement for years. Supreme had muscled in on the business two years back, when Munchies was overwhelmed with gambling debts himself and had the IRS investigating him. However, with the help of Supreme, he was able to pull himself out of a slump and get back in business.