CHAPTER 15
Apple stepped off the city bus on Lenox Avenue and slowly made her way back home. It had been twenty-four hours since they’d found her sister’s body. After leaving the precinct, she couldn’t go straight home. She couldn’t bear walking into that apartment so soon, knowing she wouldn’t see Nichols alive in it anymore. She needed to escape somewhere far.
After she’d walked out the precinct early that evening, she got on the A train and rode it aimlessly until it reached the last stop, Mott Avenue in Far Rockaway, Queens. She then made her way to Rockaway Beach, where she sat in the sand and stared at the ocean for hours. She watched the sky gradually alter as the sun fell below the horizon and made way for the evening stars and the full moon that shimmered off the ocean. She sat close to the sea and listened to the waves crashing against the shore and let her tears fall. Though she was far from home, the pain was still close. She couldn’t believe Nichols was dead.
Apple curled against the sand as the night went on. She tried to find comfort with her body against the earth, hearing the ocean in the background, and fell asleep on the beach.
She woke several hours later to an orange sky and the soothing sound of the water. She lifted herself to her feet, dusted the sand from her clothes, and straightened her wrinkled clothing. Though it was a new day, she was still haunted by the previous day’s pain. She walked off the beach in a trance-like state and trekked back to the train station for her long ride back into Harlem. There she called the only Brooklyn friend she had, only she didn’t pick up.
“Yo, Cartier, I wanted to come through. This Apple. Nichols is dead. Gone. I fucked up…call me when you get this. One.”
*****
Apple walked through the front door of her apartment, and before she could step farther inside, Kola came lunging at her from the hallway, screaming out, “You stupid fuckin’ bitch!” and tackled her to the floor.
The sisters fought pound for pound, until Danny pulled them apart. “Yo, fuckin’ chill!” he exclaimed.
“No! f-uck that bitch!” Kola shouted. “She got Nichols killed!”
Danny held Kola back, allowing Apple to collect herself as she got off the floor. Apple didn’t charge or fight back. Kola’s words had cut into her deeper than the sharpest samurai sword. She looked at her sister and then just walked right back out of the apartment, not bothering to dry her tears as she rushed down the stairway and out the lobby. She darted into the street and turned the corner, headed to the nearest train station. She wanted the nightmarish day to fast-forward.
The anger that resided in Apple needed to be released, and the only one she wanted to confront was Supreme. She was determined to hunt him down and take out her revenge. She walked every block in her Harlem neighborhood, searching for either him or Guy Tony, but they were nowhere to be found. It seemed like Supreme and everyone associated with him had just up and disappeared. It was odd. Apple figured Supreme knew the heat was on and probably left town for a few.
She ended up wandering around Harlem most of the day and late into the evening, not knowing what to do with herself, because she didn’t feel comfortable going home and fighting with Kola.
The night continued without any success, and Apple was exhausted from walking block after block. So she decided to take her chances going home. If Kola was still around, then she would knuckle up and fight her, if needed.
Apple walked into the lobby and pressed the button for the elevator. She waited around in silence, until she saw Lil’ Meek walk into the lobby clad in a tattered black jacket and old jeans that were clearly too big for him. She ignored the crackhead, knowing he was probably begging on the streets to get his next high.
Apple wished the elevator would hurry up. She didn’t have the patience for Lil’ Meek’s begging. As she felt him come closer, she prepared herself to curse him out and push him away. Lil’ Meek staggered toward Apple with a week’s smell on him.
Lil’ Meek, aka Dominquez, was in his late twenties and known throughout the hood as the one who knew everybody’s business. He’d attended NYU for a few semesters, but after his fourth semester, he started a relationship with a bad girlfriend. He soon started partying all night then going to class late. Slowly but surely, he stopped showing up for his classes’ altogether. He was arrested a few times for public drunkenness, and then came the drugs—weed laced with cocaine in the beginning—compliments of his girlfriend.
A year later, Lil’ Meek, with his slim five-six frame and ashy, pale, bronze skin, was hooked on crack cocaine, his life withered away to nothing. He’d become a has-been who’d thrown away his future chasing pu-ssy and a high.
Despite Lil’ Meek’s shabby appearance, he still was smart and sometimes easy to talk to. But with his foul odor, he was known to clear out rooms and make people retch. Apple, wanting to avoid his stench, was ready to rush for the stairway.
“Hey, Apple, can I borrow a dollar?”
Apple was almost into the stairway when she heard him shout out, “I heard you lookin’ for Supreme! I know where he’s at.”
She stopped and turned to face Meek. “What you talking about?” she asked with a quizzical look.
Meek approached her, and Apple cringed from his smell. Yet, she was ready to endure it for the information he was about to give her.
“I heard what happened to your sister, Apple. I’m sorry to hear that, but you got a dollar? I just need to hold somethin’ real fast. I need a trip, but I got you, Apple.” Lil’ Meek fidgeted with himself, glancing around the lobby nervously as he waited for Apple to loan him what he needed.
Apple sucked her teeth as she reached into her pocket and passed him a wrinkled dollar bill. She then stepped back from him, her stomach churning just by the sight and smell of him. She had known Lil’ Meek since she was a child in her early days of grade school, and actually used to think of him as being cute. It somewhat troubled her to see the drastic change in him.
“A’ight, tell me what you know,” Apple demanded.
Lil’ Meek smiled. “Yeah, like I was saying, Supreme still in Harlem, but I be everywhere in this town and watch everything. He chillin’ up on the West Side, Apple, keeping low and shit over by Riverside Drive.”
“How do I know this shit is accurate?”
“’Cause, Apple . . . I cop from his cousin out there all the time. I travel blocks to get some of the best shit his cousin be selling out the apartment. I copped yesterday and seen Supreme chillin’ in his cut. He don’t know me, but I know him.”
Meek passed on more information, and Apple took a mental note of it. Lil’ Meek then nodded and walked out the back exit.
Apple went into her apartment, which was quiet. Kola was gone, and her mother was in her room. She went straight into her bedroom and refused to turn on the lights. She undressed in the dark and slid under the covers. She peered at the bed her sister used to lie in and closed her eyes. It was hard to look at the empty bed without thoughts of Nichols rushing to her mind. She remembered her sister looking to her for advice many times, and the many late-night talks they’d had.
Apple sighed heavily, turned over, and tried to block out the memories, which were bringing tears to her eyes. She cried most of the night and couldn’t wait to confront Supreme the next day. She wanted to see him suffer greatly.
*****
The next morning, Apple took the bus to the location Lil’ Meek had given her. She looked stunning in her short denim skirt and high heels. She wore a tight camisole top, and her beautiful black hair was styled into one long ponytail. She walked down 149th Street and got a lot of unwanted attention from male passersby and drivers blowing their horns. They must’ve been admiring her gleaming, long, defined legs, and beauty that could take your breath away. But Apple, focused only on finding Supreme and confronting him, ignored the catcalls.
She approached a slate gray, seven-story brick building right off 149th Street and Riverside Drive. The quiet location offered the residents a fantastic view of New Jersey across the Hudson. She wondered how Lil’ Meek even entered the building without drawing attention to himself. It wasn’t the projects, where crackheads were always about. She thought he had to be lying. Though he’d said that Supreme’s cousin was running drugs out of his apartment, the surrounding streets were clean, the place had security cameras, and it looked like doctors and lawyers lived there.
Still, she was willing to take the chance to investigate. She’d concealed a small blade in the lining of her panties, wanting to walk up close to Supreme and cut his throat open when she got the chance.
She walked into the building’s atrium and glanced around. It was a magnificent structure, with its aging but elegant concrete construction, gray marble flooring, and glass wall that lined the lobby. Apple rarely came to the West Side, where classy stone buildings and tree-lined streets were the norm.
Since there wasn’t a doorman or security on hand at the moment, Apple just proceeded toward the elevators. Lil’ Meek had told her that Supreme could be found on the fourth floor, Apartment 4B. She entered the elevator, pressed 4, and waited in the silence, her heart beating like African drums.
The elevator soon reached the fourth floor, and she moved down the pristine hallway searching for the apartment, adjusting the blade in the lining of her panties when she found Apartment 4B. She hesitated to knock. Not having a plan, she just looked at the door.
Supreme was a strong and powerful man, outweighing Apple by a hundred-plus pounds and towering over her by almost a foot. She knew he could easily snap her neck and toss her body to the side, but she was so fueled with rage, she felt like she had the power of Superman.
Apple continued to look at the door of Apartment 4B right in front of her. She began to wonder why she was hesitating. Had it been Kola in her place, it would have been on and popping. With a few thugs backing her, Kola would have kicked down the door with her crew and shot up everyone in the place.
Wiping the few tears that trickled down her cheeks, she felt like her heart was trying to rip through her chest. She felt her adrenaline kicking in and wanted to take full advantage of the situation. She clenched her fist and bit down on her bottom lip, knowing that those responsible for killing Nichols were almost certainly behind the door. It would be easier to just call up Kola and have her handle things, but she wasn’t speaking to her sister at all, especially after Kola had attacked her and put the full blame on her. She thought it was best to keep her twin sister out the mix for now and keep her distance, since things were getting really ugly between the two of them.
Apple began psyching herself up by thinking about Nichols, knowing her body was rotting away in some morgue while Supreme was chilling and still breathing.
“Fuck this shit!” she said to herself. She banged on the door like she was police and then stood there firmly with a livid stare, ready for anything.
Becoming impatient, she banged on the door again. It took a while for someone to answer, but eventually, she heard the locks turning, and the door slowly opened. A tall, slender man answered with an unpleasant look, wearing a wife-beater, his upper body swathed with tattoos, and braids twisted down to his back.
He looked at Apple, his face warped from irritation. “Yo, who the f-uck is you? And why you bangin’ on my fuckin’ door like you police?”
“Supreme here?” she asked sternly, ready to push him out her way and look for herself.
“What, bitch? Who the f-uck is you?” he barked.
“I’m lookin’ for Supreme,” she repeated unwaveringly.
The man looked her up and down. “Yo, you one of his side chicks?”
Apple was tired of his questions and rushed forward, ready to fight him.
“Yo, you better step the f-uck back!” he said, blocking the entrance into the apartment. “You don’t fuckin’ know me!”
But Apple didn’t scare easily, especially not now with fire and rage running through her blood. “I’m not leaving until I see that muthafucka!” she exclaimed.
The stranger sighed heavily. The last thing he needed was his nosy neighbors calling the cops because of a dispute in front of his doorway. He frowned at Apple then turned into the apartment and shouted, “Yo, ’Preme, you got some crazy broad out here lookin’ for ya ass! Come check her before I do!”
Apple heard Supreme shout back, “Who that, Don?”
“I don’t know, nigga, but she finer than a muthafucka.” Don looked at Apple with a corrupt smile. “Whoever she is, she looks like she wants to scratch your eyes out.”
Apple wasn’t intimidated. She held her ground and waited for Supreme to appear.
Don stepped back from the doorway, and Supreme walked up. When he saw Apple standing in the hallway, a smile crept up on his face.
“Oh shit! Look who we got here. How the f-uck did you find me?” Supreme asked, with some weight in his tone.
“I got resources,” she spat.
Supreme chuckled. “What you want? You ready to pay back what you owe wit’ fuckin’ interest?”
“Muthafucka, are you fuckin’ serious?”
Supreme casually replied, “Yeah, I’m fuckin’ serious.”
“Fuck you, muthafucka!” Apple shouted. “I ain’t payin’ you shit! How dare you!”
“Yo, yo, y’all gotta take this shit from in front of my door. I got fuckin’ neighbors that be all in my business.”
“Yo, Apple, step inside. Let’s talk.”
Apple hesitated for a moment. She tried to hold back her tears, but with Supreme standing there with a smirk on his face and still asking about her debt, she was ready to reach for her concealed blade and cut him open.
Don said to her, “Yo, shawty, you in or out? You can’t be causing this drama in the hallway. This ain’t that kind of building.”
Apple went into the apartment, and Don closed the door. She was quickly overwhelmed by the décor of the place, with its marble flooring and modern furniture that had to be worth about fifty thousand. She was surprised to see the assortment of artwork that lined the eggshell-colored walls, which included a few framed photographs of Al Pacino lifted from various scenes in Scarface and two photos of the Gambino mob boss, John Gotti. There was a 60-inch plasma screen mounted on the wall and a high-end sound system with speakers scattered throughout the room, and a collection of movies and CDs all over.
Apple was taken aback by the place. For a moment, her mind was somewhere else. This was the way she’d always dreamed of living. It was like she’d stepped into a different world. The layout of the place was phenomenal—Italian décor in the living room, and marble floors and countertops in the foyer and kitchen area, which changed to parquet flooring in the living room. She didn’t know niggas could live like this in Harlem.
Supreme stepped in front of her, snapping her back to reality. Then she remembered what she’d come for.
He looked at her with a cool stare and asked, “Like what you see?”
Apple ignored him and continued with her beefing. “I ain’t payin’ you shit back, you foul muthafucka! You had my sister murdered!”
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Apple,” Supreme shot back. “Look, I had a problem wit’ you, not your sister. I heard about that, though. My condolences to you and your family. How are they holding up after such a tragedy? My hands are clean from that, but our business is still our business.”
“What? Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Apple screamed.
She lunged for Supreme, but he quickly subdued her and tossed her into the couch like she was nothing. His cousin Don just stood on the sideline and watched, warning Supreme to be careful in the apartment.
“Relax, shawty. Ain’t no need for that shit here,” he told her coolly.
“Fuck you!”
Supreme let out a sinister chuckle. “Yeah, that would be nice, but unfortunately, you ain’t on that level right now. But I tell you this—That shit wit’ your sister, that’s on you, love, not me. You probably could have prevented it, hypothetically . . . if I had some shit to do wit’ it. But I don’t rock like that.”
“What?” she asked, confused by his statement.
Supreme smiled. “I’m just saying, you already lost one sister. Damn! It would be a shame if you was to lose another. Especially so soon.”
“Are you threatening my twin?”
“Nah, I’m just saying, shit happens. You feel me, Apple? I know you and Kola ain’t tight like that, but she’s still kin. And ya moms . . . damn, she must be a fuckin’ wreck right now, losing her youngest like that. But, look, shit happens, right? That’s life. What can we do about it? We can’t take time back, but we can make our future brighter by just doin’ what’s right. Ya feel me, Apple?”
Apple just looked at Supreme. In her heart, she knew he was a devious muthafucka.“You hate me right now, huh?” Supreme asked with a smile.
“Go to fuckin’ hell!” she shouted.
“Maybe. But, look, I can put the word out on the street, find out who’s responsible for that shit. Get you the shooter. You want justice for Nichols, Apple? You want that nigga that pulled the trigger to pay? I can find him for you. You think you got resources; I got more.”
Supreme stared at Apple for an answer. He then added, “I rather have you work wit’ me than against me. You understand? You don’t need any more bloodshed within your family. I’m just saying, it’ll be a better situation for you and me.”
Apple looked at Supreme, and realizing how dangerous he really was, she began to wonder what she had gotten herself into. His composed tone made him the devil she didn’t need to know. She reluctantly surrendered her attitude and listened to what he had to say. She figured she couldn’t get her revenge through the front door, so she decided to go around the back. She wanted to get close to him. To hurt him like he had hurt her family. Apple decided to be cunning like her mother and use the one thing that was golden to her—*.
“You do two things for me, and I’ll make sure you turn out a’ight. You feel me, Apple? I’ll make sure the nigga that hurt you will pay.”
Supreme moved closer to Apple, seeing he had her somewhat relaxed and listening. He took a seat next to her and slowly placed his arm around her. He then softly said, “First, tell me who told you I was here.”
Don, standing behind Supreme, just smiled at the way he pimped his game on the young girl.
Apple was reluctant to tell Supreme, but the way he looked at her, she knew he wouldn’t accept anything but the truth. She sighed deeply. “Lil’ Meek.”
“A’ight. And, second, you take care of me, and I’ll take care of you. I promise you, nothin’ will happen to you or your family. You understand? But you still owe me somethin’,” he said coolly, a gleam in his eyes.
Apple couldn’t believe she was about to do the unthinkable. Even though she was beefing with Kola and wasn’t on good terms with her mother, she didn’t want anything to happen to them, because they were still the only family she had left.
Supreme turned around and nodded to his cousin and then gestured for her to follow him into the bedroom. Apple slowly stood, her stomach in knots, her nerves frayed. She walked behind Supreme into the bedroom, and he slowly closed the door behind them.
Inside the lavish room, the king-size bed had a raised headboard displayed above polished hardwood floors, artwork hung on the walls, and the ceiling fan turned slowly.
Apple felt Supreme grab her from behind with such intensity, she flinched. She closed her eyes and felt his touch on her. What the f-uck am I doing? She’d never thought she would be sleeping off her debt—and sleeping with the enemy.
Supreme slowly lifted her skirt and touched between her legs. He then ripped her panties off and noticed the small blade that fell to the floor. He looked down at it and knew what the sharp tool was meant for. He smiled, knowing that things had turned in a different direction.
With Apple’s torn panties in his hand and her denim skirt raised to her hips, exposing her shaved vagina, Supreme pushed her forward, bent her over face down into the cushioned bed, and began unzipping his jeans. He pulled out his thick dick and readied it for entry.
Apple remained frozen in his hold, preparing herself to do the unimaginable. She felt his hand against her thigh, his fingers molesting her insides. She closed her eyes and waited for him to enter her.
Supreme gripped Apple by her hips and thrust his massive size into her, causing her to shriek briefly and gasp from the raw entry. Then he grabbed her by her neck, trying to keep her stable as he fucked her vigorously. He gripped her waist snugly, pounded his hard dick into her wet walls, and quickly took authority over her like NYPD on a Brooklyn back street.
Supreme fucked Apple so good, she couldn’t resist the loud moan and quick burst of gasping, as he regulated every inch of her body, cupping her tits and stimulating her c-lit as he fucked her from the back.
As Supreme tore her pu-ssy open like a Christmas gift, she clenched the bed sheets and closed her eyes, panting like a marathon runner. “Oh shit!” she cried out. “Ummm, oh shit!”
Supreme worked his strokes like he was in the porn business, and Apple’s cries of pleasure echoed out into the other room, where Don could hear them. She squirmed and felt her nut brewing, as did Supreme, who was pulling her hair and smacking her ass.
Surprisingly, Apple loved it.
“Oh, yes, that pu-ssy is tight, love. Shit, yes!” Supreme cried out, little beads of sweat glistening on his brow.
Supreme had always dreamed of having one of the twins in his bedroom, and Apple was the primary for him. He’d lusted after the young twin since she was thirteen. He didn’t give a f-uck about age.
Apple moaned as Supreme continued to f-uck her doggy-style, her face and tits pressed into the wrinkled bed sheets, ass protruding, and her legs spread open into a downward V. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his wide, long, steel-pipe dick put her into a different frame of mind. He went in deep, hammering her G-spot with strength.
Apple’s legs quivered uncontrollably, and she felt herself gasping. “Oh shit! I’m gonna come!” she cried out.
Supreme continued hammering into her pu-ssy, while Apple’s body constricted from busting her nut all over his dick. She was feeling it run down the inside of her legs. She was spent. It was so good, she felt the urge to climb up on the bed and take a nap.
But Supreme wasn’t done yet. He held her by her slim, sweaty waist steadily and continued his onslaught, fucking her until he was about to erupt. Then he quickly pulled out and let it shoot across her back. His semen shot out of him like a Super Soaker, and his loud grunting and quaking during and after made it known that he’d enjoyed himself.
Supreme tossed Apple a towel to clean herself up. She then climbed onto the bed, and was so guilt-ridden by the deed she’d just committed, she curled herself into the fetal position and began crying, but he paid her no mind.
While putting back on his jeans, Supreme said to Apple, “Now that’s how we work things out. But I keep my promises, love, so I’m gonna take care of you. You see this place? It’s in my cousin’s name, but it’s all mine. You’re welcome to stay if you want. I know things are hard, and you need to chill, escape that bullshit around the way. But I’ma go handle my business. You can chill, though.”
Supreme walked out the bedroom shirtless and in his jeans, and met back up with his cousin in the kitchen.
Don winked at him, knowing he took care of business. He gave Supreme dap. “How was she?”
“It was somethin’ worth the wait.”
Don smiled.
“But, look, I need you to handle somethin’ for me.”
“Like what?”
“Put the word out on the streets about somethin’,” Supreme replied.
“Important?”
“Yeah, it is.”
Supreme told him what to put out on the streets, and Don replied, “I’m on it, cuz.”
Supreme smiled and then returned to his business with Apple in the bedroom. He walked in to find her still lying naked in the fetal position.
By this time, Apple had dried her tears. She looked up at Supreme and asked, “Is this really your place?”
“For now, mi casa, su casa,” he said with a welcoming smile.
When Apple smiled back, Supreme knew he had broken her. It was one of his greatest accomplishments—seeing one of the twins smiling in his bed.