Free Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago Page B

asked.
    “Nothin’, Nichols. It ain’t your business.”
    “Kola’s goin’ to kill you when she sees her stuff out like that.”
    “She ain’t gonna kill nobody, ’cause she ain’t gonna know they missing. A’ight, Nichols?”
    Nichols sucked her teeth. She knew it was best to stay out her sister’s business, not wanting to get caught up in any sibling rivalry. “It’s your funeral,” she responded before exiting the bedroom.
    Apple shut the door behind her sister and then quickly picked up the clothes and stashed them in the bottom of her closet. It was her only choice, since Supreme and his people were on her ass every day. She just needed time to get his money together without the continuous harassment.
    “It’s gonna work,” she said to herself with a sure smile.
    *****
    Two days later, Apple was walking out the apartment clad in some skimpy white coochie-cutting shorts and a shirt so tight, it pinched her nipples. Though it was a hot June afternoon, the wardrobe was out of character for her, but it was something she needed to do.
    Apple hadn’t seen Kola all morning and thought she was probably shacked up with some nigga. It was perfect. When she stepped out of the elevator, the first faces she saw were those of Supreme and Guy Tony.
    Supreme glared at Apple and marched up to her with the quickness. He grabbed her by her arm the minute she stepped off the elevator and shouted, “Bitch, you tryin’ to fuckin’ duck me!”
    Apple quickly went into character. “Nigga, get the fuck off me!” she screamed, yanking her arm free from Supreme.
    Supreme and Guy Tony were shocked.
    Apple glared at them and continued her verbal onslaught. “Don’t you ever put your grimy hands on me!”
    “Bitch, who the fuck you talkin’ to?” Supreme yelled back.
    “Nigga, you better fuckin’ recognize! I ain’t that bitch to fuck wit’, ya heard? You better chill with the bitch remarks ’fore I sick my goons on you!”
    A startled Supreme glanced at Guy Tony, who could only shrug. Supreme was confused. “Apple, right?” he asked incredulously.
    “Nigga, I ain’t my sister. I’m Kola. Get it right!” she barked.
    Supreme looked at Apple, trying to figure out if he had the right sister, but Apple looked completely like her twin sister. He then studied her wardrobe. It was tight, provocative, and revealing, something he rarely saw Apple wearing. He took a step back and knew something was wrong.
    Apple was relieved that her plan to fool Supreme was working. She wanted to laugh, but kept her gangster attitude up. “What the fuck you want wit’ my sister anyway?”
    “Nah, it was just a misunderstanding, that’s all, Kola,” Supreme said.
    “It better be. That’s my fuckin’ sister. You know my fuckin’ crowd, nigga. Now back the fuck up!”
    “Yeah, I know. Ain’t no beef wit’ you, Kola.”
    Though Supreme was a rough-and-tumble dude who’d made a name for himself, he knew not to fuck with Kola and her vicious crew of hustlers and killers, including Cross, Mike-Mike, and Johnny Mack. He was aware of their reputation, and the last thing he needed was a war to start in Harlem.
    Apple loved it. She smiled inwardly and wanted to push the scheme further, but she didn’t want to take any chances. She already had them believing she was her sister, and for once, she thanked God that she was a twin. “Move!” she exclaimed.
    Supreme, his face twisted with upset and wonder, quickly moved out of Apple’s way and allowed her to pass. He had his doubts, but he didn’t want to chance pressing Kola, if it was actually her, because Kola had a fierce reputation in the hood. Hustlers knew her and respected her, while Apple was just her twin sister.
    Apple quickly exited the lobby with such a cool stride and serious attitude that she actually started to believe she was her sister. She exhaled with relief, leaving Supreme looking stupid in the lobby.
    When she was gone, Guy Tony looked at his boss. “Yo, I think