Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(73)

She made it clearly known that she was in the house, with her crew of thugs circled around her, shouting out, “It’s ya birthday! Go, Apple! It’s ya birthday! f-uck that bitch ’cause it’s ya birthday!”

Apple mingled among everyone, wearing a short leather mini-skirt that flaunted her thighs and legs, a tight, tiny, plunging-neckline metallic halter top with a unique o-ring, and a pair of six-inch stilettos. She moved to the music like she was a video vixen. And she and her boys were popping bottles, bumping into people, and causing a small scene with their vulgar antics. Apple’s presence with her goons was an obvious “Fuck you, bitch!” to Kola.

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Kola was seated in a lounge chair, feeling the best she had ever felt while talking to one of her friends, when Bunny Rabbit approached her with a sense of urgency. Kola looked up at Bunny Rabbit coming toward her and knew by the look on her face that there was something important she needed to tell her.

Bunny Rabbit leaned over and said into Kola’s ear, “Your sister is here.”

“What?”

“She’s down at the party. Got her own VIP section, and her and her goons are showing out right now, Kola. It looks like it’s about to get ugly.”

Kola was furious. She ultimately felt disrespected that Apple had the audacity to crash her party and show out. She sprung from her seat and looked around for Cross, but she didn’t see him. So she decided to confront her sister and kick the bitch out.

With a small following behind her, Kola stormed out of the room and rushed into the grand ballroom, her people parting the large crowd so she could pass through with ease. She spotted Apple in one of the cushioned sections of the club, where she stood among her goons and a few bitches, with bottles all around. She glared at Apple and was ready to pull out every root from her head. The sisters were soon eye to eye.

“Bitch, what the f-uck you doin’ here?” Kola shouted.

Apple smirked. “Enjoying my birthday, that’s what.”

It was clear Apple was a little tipsy and was going to be a problem. She continued dancing on one of the ladies next to her, clutching a bottle of Mo?t and staring at Kola with a daring look.

“Apple, get the f-uck outta my party! I don’t want you here!”

“Bitch, it’s our f*ckin’ birthday. I see you doin’ it all big and shit. f-uck it! It’s my birthday too!”

It didn’t take long for Cross to hear the news, and he joined Kola, with his crew having his back. The tension between the two sisters and their followers became so thick, security came rushing over. Both sides looked fiercely at each other.

Apple slapped her sister, and Kola responded with a right hook to Apple’s face. And, just as quickly, a melee between both sides erupted. Bottles were smashed against skulls, with swinging fists and kicks flying everywhere. Soon, everyone was forced outside into the streets.

Kola was fuming that Apple had ruined her party. It was supposed to be her night, and she was being dragged outside kicking and screaming by bouncers.

The fight continued outside, with more people getting into the mix. It was starting to become too big for the bouncers to handle themselves.

Apple was holding her own, knocking out a few bitches that were for Kola. She even kicked off her stilettos and fought in the streets barefoot.

Onlookers were shocked at the sudden rumble. Bouncers were soon fighting instead of trying to break things up.

Kola tried to look around for her sister, but she felt herself being pulled away from the chaos. She spun around angrily to see that it was Cross.

“C’mon!” he told her.

That’s when Kola heard the dreadful sound of gunfire.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The crowd began to disperse like roaches after the lights were turned on. Cross pushed his woman down to the ground and covered her from any harm. He looked around to see who was shooting, but the crowd was still too thick to tell. It was pure panic, the pushing and shoving causing a few people to get trampled.

Kola was a little bruised herself. She was in tears, seeing that Apple had ruined her party. When the smoke cleared, Kola was even more shocked to see two of her friends sprawled out dead on the concrete from gunshot wounds, Bunny Rabbit and one of Cross’ soldiers.





CHAPTER 26




News of the shooting at the club had spread in Harlem quickly and was talked about for days, creating high tension between both cliques. When Chico returned from out of town and heard of the incident, he wanted to gun everyone down. Apple was ready for war, and everyone was on high alert. Within months, Apple had created so many enemies in her life, she was on everybody’s official shit list.

Apple sat in the cut, her guns close and loaded for action. Her mother was nagging her about her beef with Kola. They had been arguing all day, and Apple was ready to slap the shit out of her. Apple let it be clearly known that she was in control of everything. She stared at her hip, thirty-seven-year-old, ghetto-fabulous mother bitterly and wondered why she put up with her.

She heard the doorbell and cautiously went to see who it was. She was surprised to see Kola standing outside her door, and a few thugs lingering by her car. She wondered how Kola knew her address.

Apple cocked back the Glock 17 and shouted out, “Bitch, get the f-uck away from my door!”

“I wanna talk to you,” Kola exclaimed.