Coca Kola - The Baddest Chick
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The young pimp stood there focused on watching his girls walk the track. He was used to seeing her disfigured face, so the burns meant nothing to him. In fact, he even had a sick thought about trying to put her to work on the track. The pimp knew of a few tricks that would even pay to be with her, having some kind of sick, twisted fantasy about sexing a freak with a tight, succulent body. She was damaged goods, but he looked at her with a gleam in his eyes.
With no car to get around, things were hopeless. Apple jumped on the phone to quickly call Chico. She was so upset, her voice was shaky, and she began to tremble with the phone in her hand.
The pimp was playing her closely. He saw some potential in the girl. Apple didn’t pay him any mind, though.
The phone rang in her ear as she waited for Chico to pick up.
“Hello?” he finally answered.
“They took my fuckin’ car, Chico!” she yelled into the phone, sounding hysterical.
“What?”
“They took my fuckin’ car! I’m fucked, Chico! What am I supposed to do now, huh?”
“Apple, listen, it’s just a car. We’ll get you a new one.”
“It was your gift to me, and now I don’t have shit!”
“You still at that motel in Jersey? I’ll be there in two days.”
“You know what, Chico? Fuck you! You ain’t shit! I don’t give a fuck about ya fuckin’ promises. Keep ya fuckin’ promises. You supposed to be a man! You ain’t a fuckin’ man! You a bitch-ass nigga for lettin’ all this shit happen!”
“Ya blaming me?”
“I just don’t give a fuck anymore! Fuck you and go to hell!” Apple screamed out.
Apple smashed her phone on the pavement and stormed back into the room.
The young pimp watched her with a smirk, taking a pull from his cigarette and nodding. He said to himself, “Yeah, I could work wit’ that. She ain’t that bad. Body fuckin’ tight though.”
Apple stormed into her room and slammed the door so hard behind her that it echoed throughout the hallway. She fell backwards, leaning against the door, and abruptly broke down in tears. She slowly slid down to the floor with her back pressed against the door. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. She pulled her knees into her chest, hunched herself over, and wrapped her arms around her shins with her face lowered between her knees as she continued to let the tears fall. It was hell on earth.
She heard an unexpected noise in the room and looked up. She wasn’t alone. Someone was inside with her. Her eyes scanned the place in the dark, but it was hard to see. She slowly stood up, and as she got to her feet, a large shadow lunged at her from out of nowhere. It was fast.
Apple tried to fight it off, and there was a quick tussle, but she quickly succumbed when a handkerchief soaked in chloroform was put over her mouth. The vapors depressed her central nervous system, and she quickly passed out into the arms of her attacker.
***
Chico arrived at the motel in Hackensack two days later, his heart filled with worry. He had been calling Apple’s phone repeatedly, and was only getting voice mail.
When he drove up to the sleazy motel on the barren New Jersey block, it was mid-afternoon, and the place looked like a ghost town. He rushed out of his car and hurried into the lobby, where he saw a young girl sitting at the front desk reading a magazine. The lobby was empty.
The girl was standoffish when Chico approached her and started asking questions. He wanted the keys to Apple’s room, but she told him she wasn’t allowed to do it. Chico slipped a hundred-dollar bill under the glass for her to take, and she didn’t hesitate snatching up the money and pocketing it. She then took a set of room keys from off the hook behind her and handed them to him.
Chico hurried up to the second floor, opened the door, and went inside. The room was empty. He noticed all her things were in the room, but she wasn’t around. He figured she probably went for a walk to cool off. He decided to wait around. He continued to call her cell phone frantically, but there wasn’t any answer. Her phone was going straight to voice mail.
***
Chico waited around the motel for Apple for several days, questioning people, looking around, hoping she would show up. He knew something had to have happened to her. Keeping his emotions contained, he got into his BMW and raced toward Harlem.
Chico crossed the George Washington Bridge and was in Harlem late in the evening. Lincoln Projects was quiet. Spring was in the air, the leaves were blossoming, and the warm air was soothing. He was parked across the street from the projects. It had been over a month since he was in Harlem.
Looking at Apple’s old building, he reached under his seat, removed a pistol, and stuffed it into his pants. He still had enemies in the hood despite his short absence.
Chico stepped out of the car and proceeded toward the building. He was cautious, though, keeping his hand close to his gun and alert with every step he took.
He walked into the lobby and decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. He knew Denise’s apartment and knocked on the door roughly. He could hear H-town’s “Knockin’ Da Boots” playing from behind the door. He knocked again, steadily looking over his shoulders.
The locks began to turn, and the door opened with Denise in her robe, exposing a glimpse of her nakedness underneath.
She tied her robe. Glaring at him, she barked, “What the fuck you doin’ at my door, Chico?”
“I’m looking for your daughter, Apple. You seen her around?”
“What the fuck you comin’ here for asking about that bitch? I ain’t stressin’ that bitch!”
“She ain’t been around.”
“If the bitch doesn’t wanna be found, then that’s because she don’t wanna be found. Why the fuck you comin’ to my door wit’ this bullshit and disturbing me from tryin’ to get my fuck on?” Denise slammed the door in Chico’s face.
Chico was ready to put holes in her door for being so disrespectful, but he didn’t want to draw too much attention on himself. He casually walked away, exited the building, and jumped back into his car. But he didn’t start the ignition right away. Chico sat in the car with his pistol clutched in his hand and steadily looked around. He had no idea where Apple was, nor did he know if she was safe or in any danger.
Chico took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, removed one, and lit it. He took a much-needed drag and exhaled. Apple had him concerned, but he couldn’t stress about her anymore. He had done what he could for her. He still loved her, and wherever she was, he was just hoping she’d come back safe.
He looked around Harlem. He had to get back to business and focus on his return. This time, Harlem would feel his wrath. He was angry, and the only thing on his mind was payback and making money.
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Apple slowly opened her eyes and found herself in a strange place. She had no recollection of her surroundings. She was still drowsy and disoriented from being unconscious for such a long time. She felt weak. She couldn’t remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was crying and yelling at Chico. Then things around her went completely black.
When she tried to move, she realized she was tied four bedposts, her arms and legs outstretched, and she was completely naked. She couldn’t scream because her mouth was covered with duct-tape. She struggled to free herself, but the thick rope was knotted securely around her wrists and ankles.
Apple was able to turn her head and look around. The barren room was nasty and run down, with peeling paint and black mold. There was one badly fitted small window in the room with the curtains drawn closed, and it reeked of every odor. There was a clogged sink that had partly fallen off the wall and hung at an odd angle.
Apple squirmed violently against the stained bed, trying to free herself, but it was hopeless. She mumbled under the duct-tape, but it was all incoherent. She wasn’t going anywhere. She turned her head to the right and quickly saw a shadowy figure seated in an old chair. Her eyes widened. His face was unclear in the
dark. She focused her undivided attention on the stranger, feeling her heart beat a thousand times in one second.
Apple became frightened. She thought it was Guy Tony.
“It’s about fuckin’ time you woke up,” the figure spoke.
Apple didn’t know the voice. It wasn’t registering in her mind.
“You know how long I waited for this moment? A long fuckin’ time,” he added.
Apple kept her eyes trained on him. She didn’t blink. She couldn’t turn away. He proceeded to step forward, and slowly but surely, he revealed his image from the darkened corner where he was seated. Apple was shocked.
“You fuckin’ remember me?” he said. “Huh? You dumb bitch!”
Apple did. It was Ayesha’s oldest brother, Shaun. Apple continued to squirm. She knew Shaun wasn’t there to do her right. The menacing look he carried in his eyes sent chills all through her naked body.
Shaun moved closer. He was scowling. “I lost a fuckin’ sister and my brother Memo because of you!”
He was in a pair of beige cargo shorts and a tight-fitting tank top that showed off his strapping physique and tattoos. He had on dusty black sneakers and sported a bald head.
Apple remembered when Shaun was a scrawny peewee kid running around Harlem since they were ten years old. He was older than her by two years, but she remembered him always being a nerd. He went away two years ago. Ayesha always said he went off to a private school. He had changed a lot.
Shaun had been watching Apple closely for months and had been planning his revenge. Ayesha was his heart, and when Apple took his sister away from her because of a petty beef between them, it changed him.
Their grandmother had a small insurance policy taken out on each grandchild, and when Ayesha was gunned down, the family had gotten ten thousand dollars. Her brothers Memo and Shaun paid off their bills and a few debts with the money, and what was left over, they invested in weed.
Shaun became a small-time hustler, until he stumbled upon a new hustle in Mexico. He owned a whorehouse with underage girls in Los Mochis, Mexico, a dusty small town a few miles south of the border, where the summers were extremely hot, reaching over a hundred degrees during the day and overnight lows of eighty degrees.
Shaun had some status in the city with his illicit business of selling sex. The Mexican police would frequent his place for sex or to get their weekly payoff. He had a good thing going.
“Yeah, you stupid bitch, I ain’t that young, nerdy nigga anymore. You better start getting used to me, because you’re gonna see a whole lot of me from now on. I got plans for you, Apple—something special.”
Shaun took a seat next to her on the bed and placed his hand on her thigh. He smiled. He then moved it up a little bit, toying with her, making her fidget under his touch.
“Still nice,” he uttered. “I wanna know, though, who fucked up your pretty little face? Shit, they did me a favor. Started something I plan on finishing.”
Shaun picked up a small leather pouch from off the floor and unzipped it. He removed a syringe and a packet of dope. The glint in his eyes showed how much he was enjoying the moment.
Apple wanted to speak. She had so many questions. She pleaded with her eyes. She continued to fidget, wanting to break herself free.
Shaun began mixing and cooking the dope right in front of Apple’s eyes. She could only watch on helplessly as Shaun planned her vicious fate. He used a silver spoon to dissolve the heroin in. He then took a piece of cotton and dropped it into the heroin to filter out any particles. Shaun took the tip of the syringe and pushed it into the center of the cotton. Then he slowly pulled back the plunger, until all of the heroin was sucked in.
Next, Shaun chose where to shoot it into Apple’s body.
Apple began to tear up as her eyes followed the syringe.
Shaun neared the tip of the needle closely to where her arm folded because it would be easy to get it into one of her veins properly. He held the syringe flat against her skin and slowly inserted it, and the dope went pouring into her bloodstream like a running river.
Apple felt a sudden burning sensation, and her head fell back against the mattress. She was no longer watching Shaun closely.
Shaun pulled the plunger from her arm and only a slow trickle of blood was released. He smiled.
As if on cue, the door to the room opened, and a tall Mexican clad in a police uniform stepped inside.
“There you go, my friend. She’s all yours,” Shaun stated.
“Mi amigo, ella es fea!” the officer said, meaning she was ugly.
“She’s what you asked for. She’s American and black, Pedro. Besides, the damage is only one side to her face. Ella es todavía muy bien ir.”
Pedro shook his head and sighed. He stared at the drugged Apple and smiled. He walked closer to the mattress and observed her body.
“She’s your freak, Pedro. Enjoy her,” Shaun said with a conniving smile.
The officer licked his lips, admiring the young body of the teenage girl. He passed Shaun a few pesos for payment and began unbuckling his pants. He was excited.
“I’ll leave y’all two alone,” Shaun said, making his exit.
Pedro was bottomless. His pants were on the floor, and his dick was hard and clutched in his hand. He climbed between Apple’s listless legs and thrust himself into her.
The heroin had Apple feeling euphoric. She didn’t fight off the man on top of her. In fact, she wasn’t even aware that she was being raped.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” the Mexican officer grunted, violating Apple in the missionary position.
His sexual episode was quick. He was in, and five minutes later, he was pulling out. He quickly got dressed and hurried out of the room.
Shaun peered in on Apple and smiled. “Yeah, you and me, we gonna have lots of fun.” Then he closed the door to his prize.
Epilogue
Harlem had two major figures vying for control of the streets—Chico and Kola. Apple had been forgotten. It’d been a month since her sudden disappearance, and many people thought she’d run off because she was too embarrassed to face anybody.
Chico was gaining his control again over his city streets. He had a strong pipeline to the South, via the Johnson brothers, and a new chick by his side. Apple was becoming nothing but a memory for him.
Kola was the queen of New York. She didn’t care who she had to cross, even if it meant killing those closest to her. She didn’t want to end up like her sister, missing and her reputation ruined. So when she gave the order to have Edge killed, it didn’t disturb her. She considered it a cost of doing business.
To be continued
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter
17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue