Face Off--The Baddest Chick 4 Page 12

“Damn!” one young hoodlum shouted out. “She bad!”

  “Yo, Copper, that’s ya new bitch?” another hoodlum asked.

  “Yo, listen. Y’all li’l niggas best need ta respect her right here. Understand?”

  The goons nodded.

  Once the statement spilled from his mouth, the young hoodlums in the room straightened up, shut their mouths, and no longer gazed at her like she was some whore to run a train on, or a jump-off. But she was still confused about why she was there.

  Sassy, clad in a pair of coochie-cutting shorts and a skimpy T-shirt that stopped at the belly button, emerged from one of the back bedrooms, pulling on a cigarette.

  When she noticed Kola standing in the living room, she immediately smiled. “Is dat my fuckin’ bitch right there?”

  Sassy rushed over and greeted Kola warmly. The two exchanged kind words and quickly reminisced about how they’d met. But Kola was keeping her guard up. She didn’t know these people and didn’t know what they wanted from her.

  Copper soon cleared the room, telling his young goons to step out for a minute, that he had important business to take care of. He went over to a round wooden table, where there were countless liquor bottles stockpiled, and began pouring himself a shot of Hennessy. He threw it back, and then he looked at Kola.

  “I know ya wonderin’ why you’re here,” he said.

  “You damn right.”

  Sassy smiled.

  “I’m gon’ be frank wit’ ya, Kola,” Copper explained coolly. “I been hearin’ ’bout your reputation, and real talk, I respect you. You a bitch ’bout ya business, and we want you ta come work for us.”

  “Work for you?”

  “Yeah. We need a bitch like you on da team,” Sassy said.

  Kola felt like she was her own boss, but she continued to listen.

  “Ay, we feel you can be a good asset to our team,” Sassy added. “We think alike—we ’bout that life and business.”

  “But we also need that reach.”

  ‘“Reach’?” Kola raised an eyebrow.

  “Into New York,” Copper continued. “Look, we got da fuckin’ product straight off da boat from our Colombian connect, purest coke Miami’s ever seen, but we’re limited down here. And I ain’t into havin’ limits. I don’t have the reach in New York to unload what I have. I need a bitch like you to walk our shit into ya city. We know you have da connects out dat way.”

  “And what’s in it for me?”

  “Sixty-forty split,” Copper answered.

  It was a sweet deal, but Kola was still hesitant. “But you know I got caught up. I got a pending fed case lingering over my head. How you know you can trust me?”

  Copper replied, “We know you—Business and money is ya motivation.”

  “And OMG?”

  Copper waved him off like he was a bad odor. “Fuck OMG! Where was he when you got caught up? Muthafucka is a snake. His time is passing. I’m da prince of this city now.”

  So far, Kola liked what she was hearing. Her funds were crippled tremendously and her clout in Miami somewhat diminished since OMG and Nikki turned their backs on her. And being incarcerated made her business stagnant in the streets. She needed to rebuild and surround herself with better people. But were these better people? It was a risk, but she needed a come-up again.

  Copper and Sassy were in her ear about structuring an empire and expanding their sales of narcotics across state lines. Copper was the man in Liberty City, Miami, but he wanted to be the man across the nation. He had a touch of megalomania. He wanted to become the Nino Brown of his time, the New Jack City prince.

  Copper had always had an obsession with New York—the lights, the structure, the people, the hustlers, and the way it moved. The city alone was a hustler’s paradise. The cluster of boroughs that comprised New York had him in awe. So when Sassy had told him about Kola, he knew she would be the key in making that obsession to become king in territories outside of Miami—especially in New York—a reality. So he had to befriend her and bail her out. She was smart, ruthless, and very resourceful, making her the perfect weapon to have on his team.

  Kola thought it over briefly. “Let’s make it happen,” she stated boldly. “But under one condition.”

  “What condition?”

  “You want New York, I want revenge. You give me a crew of killers to come back to Harlem with me, and I’ll guarantee, within two weeks time, I’ll have Harlem wide open for you to move your ki’s. Once we execute the bitches I hate, then we’ll be around to pick up the crumbs from the fallout. You wanna be Nino Brown, and I just wanna be the black mamba for the moment.”

  Copper thought about the request and felt like Kola was asking for more than she deserved. He had already put up a quarter of a million dollars for her bail—money that he would probably never see again, and now she also wanted them to supply her with goons to settle a past beef? Copper and Sassy were about their business. They wanted to expand and make paper. Copper hesitated, and reluctantly stated, “I’ll give you what ya need to get what I need. But you got two weeks tops to handle ya business. Fuck me on this and ya dead. No second chances, ya heard?”

  Kola heard him loud and clear. “Two weeks.”

  Fifteen

  King of Diamonds in Miami was the world’s largest gentlemen’s club, boasting 50,000 square feet of full nudity and full friction. The venue was armed with fourteen super skyboxes, thirty private VIP suites, full body massages, a fine dining menu, and a roster of over 300 provocative dancers of every nationality.

  The place was packed with people. Scantily clad women were everywhere for the men, and even women to enjoy—pure eye candy from wall to wall. The ladies were dark skinned, redbone, high yellow, thick, slim, petite, and voluptuous. Some were tatted up, others not, but they were all beautiful and unique. Some of the girls were working a few stages strategically situated throughout the club. The dancers twirled themselves around the long poles, booty-clapping and pussy-popping to “Sex Room” by Ludacris and Trey Songz, and some got really acrobatic on the pole, showing off their flexibility and skills while completely nude.

  Kola sat in the VIP section with Copper and Sassy. Copper stood up, laughing with his crew of goons from Liberty City. He was popping bottles like a playboy, and spending large amounts of dollars on bottle service and making it rain ones, fives, and tens on the strippers. The money was tossed up in a knot and started sprinkling down like green snow.

  ***

  Not too long ago, this was Kola’s world, what she was about, and where she made her money—pussy. It had opened doors for her in New York. Her parties attracted some of the best group of people in New York—the elite, the socialites, the bosses, the athletes. She ran with the best of them. But then she made that transition into drug dealing and never looked back. She and Cross had a very strong relationship and were becoming the power couple in New York City. They were unstoppable, but jealousy and a few bad apples in their organization destroyed all of that.

  Kola hadn’t heard from Cross since his incarceration. The last she knew about him, he took a plea to the gun charge, and the judge handed him a seven-year sentence. It was the best his lawyer could do for him. Cross and his organization had become incapacitated, but she didn’t miss him. He’d put her life in jeopardy with Eduardo and cheated on her with a Brooklyn bum bitch. But Kola had other sights and motives to worry about. To reflect on the past was a death sentence.

  ***

  Kola downed her champagne and smiled. After spending months in hell, this was paradise to her. Sassy sat opposite Kola, and the wild, young girl was beautiful. Kola found herself staring at her. Sassy, in her tight clothing, chest protruding, her long hair in braids, and her curvy hips, could easily be confused for one of the strippers in King of Diamonds. Like Kola, her body was crazy.

  Sassy always carried a pistol, and she was always cursing someone out and ready to fight if she had to. Every nigga tried to get into her pants, but she was very selective about who she fucked.
Copper was her cousin, and the two shared a sister/brother type of love between them.

  Kola crossed her legs. Her white floral minidress was really short and was riding up her thigh. She had the goons’ attention, but having respect for Copper, they put their hands and attention on the strippers and left her alone.

  Kola gave a few fleeting looks toward Sassy. There was something about her that excited Kola. It had been a while since she’d been with a woman. Sassy noticed Kola’s minor glances at her, and the two locked eyes. They both talked with their looks for a moment, and both of them had smiling eyes. The attraction between them was magnetic. The activity going on around them—the music blaring, the men laughing, the strippers flirting, and people drinking—all became irrelevant at the moment.

  Kola wanted something from Sassy, and she spoke what her needs were through her dynamic gaze and body action, and Sassy picked up on it.

  “You good?” Copper asked.

  Kola nodded.

  The place became really packed, and there was a slew of athletes and A-list celebrities in the building.

  Kola was feeling drained and decided to leave. It was two a.m., and there was no indication that their group was leaving anytime soon. It didn’t surprise her that Sassy agreed to leave with her.

  The two ladies left alone, sneaking out while everyone else was getting pissy drunk. They got into one of the trucks that was part of their high-end motorcade, and Sassy drove away. While en route to Liberty City, the two both admitted the attraction they had for each other, and they wanted it to lead to something more. Sassy was an open bisexual, and she’d made it clear in her hood that she loved dick and pussy.

  The two quickly locked lips once inside the home. It was dark and still, but their hungry moans for each other boomed into the dimness. Then they went into the bedroom and locked the door.

  Sassy embraced Kola fervently. Her slim arms were locked around Kola’s curves, and she little by little raised Kola’s white floral minidress, exposing the pink panties she wore.

  “Nice.” She ran her hands across Kola’s shapely hips.

  Kola smiled. She wanted to dive in and devour her pussy, make it an experience the two of them would never forget, but first, there was the foreplay. The gentle kisses against brown skin and pleasant lips. The firm touching. The fondling and cupping of breasts.

  Kola continued to place her mouth on Sassy’s lips. Their lips parted, their tongues found each other’s, and the wrestling was on. Immediately, Kola’s pussy began to throb and pulse. It was getting wetter every time Sassy kissed her and touched her in places that stimulated her. It felt like intense heat shooting through her body.

  Slowly, their clothes were being peeled away, and the appealing feminine flesh they carried was revealed to each other. Sassy found herself lying naked on her back in the tender grasp of Kola.

  Kola kissed her way down Sassy’s neck, tasting her skin and pressing her lips to all of her erotic hot spots. Kola had her writhing, twisting, panting, and so turned on. She reached her collarbone and sucked on it like she was a vampire.

  “Ooooh, it feels nice,” Sassy cooed.

  Kola licked everywhere. Methodically, she sucked on Sassy’s nipples. While Kola kissed and tasted Sassy, she took her fingers and gently spread Sassy’s pink lips and started to finger her pussy. Sassy continued to squirm. Kola continued on with her gentle, wet kisses, making her way down her lover’s body, until her face was between Sassy’s spread-eagle legs, and her mouth, lips, and tongue were gently licking on her exposed clit.

  Sassy shoved her pussy in Kola’s face, wanting her to suck harder. Every nerve in her body was alive with pleasure. Sassy gripped the sheets tightly, while Kola’s tongue wiggled across her clit and she thrust her fingers into her honey pot.

  Sassy moaned, “Mmmm! Ooooh shit! That feels so nice. Don’t stop. Ooooh! Squeeze my tits. Eat that pussy. Ooooh, yes!”

  Kola went from sucking pussy to sucking on tits and nipples, and their bodies became entwined, flesh against flesh. The weight and the fullness of Sassy’s hard, dark nipples in her hands were sensory overload. Kola was going into her primal beast mode in the bedroom, sucking on Sassy’s nipples like they were tasty treats. She then lowered her forte between Sassy’s legs again and devoured her pussy, while reaching down between her legs to stimulate her own needy clit and pussy.

  Sassy rolled over and positioned herself over Kola, pussy rubbing against pussy. It was Kola’s turn for her pussy to be ravaged and devoured. She arched her back and let out a hiss as Sassy shoved her face between the depths of her thick thighs. Sassy took to Kola’s pink folds like a well-paid porn star, sucking and licking, licking and sucking.

  The piercing moan escaped Kola’s lips. “Ooooh!” Her breathing was short and raspy. She snatched Sassy’s head and held it close to her honey pot. The tongue inside her was pure bliss. Her eyes fluttering, she wrapped her legs around Sassy and felt her legs go numb. She sputtered profanities, screaming out loud how good the shit felt.

  Sassy slid her body around and placed her pussy against Kola’s once again. Their pussies soft and wet, the girls massaged their clits against each another. The sensation Kola felt, the hot breath against her thighs and pussy, the rubbing and fucking, the fingering, and the kissing led to one intense orgasm. The ladies cuddled against each other, spooning, and looking spent.

  Kola fell asleep briefly, and when she woke up, she departed from the bedroom, leaving Sassy, the gangster bitch of Liberty City, asleep and looking harmless.

  ***

  OMG’s arrest at his Miami home in the early-morning hours was all over the news, and his face, an outdated mug shot, was plastered across the television. The media portrayed him as a ruthless kingpin who ran a multi-million-dollar drug empire that fueled violence, murder, and extortion. At the raid on his home, the police seized hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash, kilos of cocaine, and several guns. Over twenty individuals and associates of the Miami drug crew had been arrested within a forty-eight-hour period.

  OMG and his crew had been under federal investigation for several months and were finally brought down via snitches and an undercover agent who had infiltrated his organization.

  Kola sat and watched the news coverage in awe. It was getting ugly in Miami. The heat had been turned up, and there was no escaping the kitchen. The blaze was everywhere. With OMG locked up, there was going to be a void in the underworld. Kola knew there was going to be a power struggle for Miami.

  Kola was indecisive about remaining in Miami, but she also had some unfinished business there, like hunting down her cousin Nikki and maybe putting a bullet in her head. And with her pending fed case, and OMG’s arrest, it was more than likely that she would be considered a snitch.

  The one thing Kola knew for sure—she wasn’t dying in Miami, or getting locked up for the rest of her life so far from home. Jumping bail and returning back to Harlem seemed like the better option for her, where she also had unfinished business. And it was home.

  Sixteen

  Denise stood still in her bathroom, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Her two daughters were at war, and her life was almost in shambles. The community was holding her responsible for her daughters’ ruthless behavior, especially Apple’s. The bitch was unforgiving and rotten to the core. Harlem was ready to lynch Apple, and was belittling Denise. But Denise was also wrestling with her own demons. They say karma is a bitch, and she was finding that out.

  ***

  When Apple had kicked her out of her home after their fight, Denise vowed to get back at her in the worst way. She was upset that Apple had shot at her and then evicted her, sending her crawling back to the ghetto. The best way Denise knew how to strike back was to attack her looks. It was what the twins cherished the most. So she hired a crackhead to throw a cup of acid in Apple’s face.

  Denise fought with herself every day since the incident. She had turned her daughter into a savage beast. It was only to teach her a lesson, but now her da
ughter was coming back with a vengeance. And she was afraid that the truth would be heard soon.

  Apple had tortured men and women to find out who was responsible for the attack on her. The crackhead Denise had hired was brutally murdered; shot to death on the project roof. His mind was too far-gone from drugs to remember who’d paid him. Denise thought her dirty little secret was safe, but there was one problem—Her friend, or ex-friend, Nina knew about the dirty deed too.

  After her eviction from Apple’s place, Denise went on ranting nasty things about her daughter to Nina. The two were chain-smoking at Nina’s apartment, where Denise was staying temporarily. Denise then went on to say how she wished her own daughter was dead, or how she could hurt her. Nina sat and listened quietly, sipping on alcohol and just being a good listener to an upset friend.

  Denise then went on to say how she should pay someone to have her own daughter disfigured. The heinous idea slipped out loosely, but Nina laughed and somewhat agreed. The talk was taboo, but several weeks later, the sudden attack on Apple with the acid occurred.

  Now Nina, with her own financial troubles and an eviction looming, came to Denise for help, but Denise denied her. Nina was an alcoholic, and when she got to drinking, her lips got to talking. Now, Nina, in her sober mind came back at Denise with blackmail. The projects figured Denise was still paid—still had some kind of illicit income coming in from her daughters, and Nina wanted a piece of the pie. If Denise didn’t pay her what she asked for, then she would start yapping.

  ***

  It was Friday night, and Denise had her regular card game going. Jay-Z’s voice could be heard faintly from the living room, which was packed with friends seated at a square folding table. The music was blaring, and everybody had a cup with liquor in hand, as cigarette smoke lingered in the air.

  Denise needed a timeout from everything. She thought playing cards and gambling with friends would help her escape her worries, but her guests weren’t any help either. All they did was yap their mouths, talking shit about things in the hood that didn’t concern them. They were like the damn media. They were becoming a bunch of gossiping bitches, and that bothered her. Did they forget that she had mothered both girls? She had to excuse herself and retreat into the bathroom.