Face Off--The Baddest Chick 4 Page 2

  Chico was retreating to his car with bullets whizzing by him, but before he could get inside, a shot tore into his shoulder. He quickly thrust himself into the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind him, and sped away. His Benz took the brunt of the gunfire.

  Two men helped Apple off the concrete and carried her into the van. Her leg was coated with blood, but she would live.

  “Muthafucka!” Apple yelled as the van sped away with her in the back.

  Police sirens echoed in the distance. After the smoke had cleared, two lay dead on the street.

  Two

  The Miami sun fell on Kola as she cruised through South Beach in her pink Audi R8 Spyder drop-top. The searing sun was little by little casting behind the horizon, and the city gradually began to light up in an array of colors.

  With her music bumping and the warm beach air flowing through her hair, Kola was feeling like that bitch. Miami was her playground, and she was living like a superstar, taking the helm of an illicit machine and making millions. She had everything a chick could ask for—money, power, and sex from any man she chose.

  She was building her empire, and with her cousin Nikki by her side, and OMG as her drug connect, she was on top of her game. She was climbing rapidly in the city’s underworld, where men had traditionally ruled with iron fists. Now she was ruling just as fiercely. She was deadly, smart, and ambitious, and her name was ringing out like Trick Daddy’s in “Sugar.” She was mingling with all the superstars and athletes—Trina, Pastor Troy, Rick Ross, Gucci Mane, Lil’ Wayne, LeBron James, and Dwyane Wade all knew her name and had love and respect for her.

  Kola partied with the stars till sunup and dined in only the priciest, cream-of-the-crop restaurants Miami had to offer—establishments the average Joe could only dream of setting foot into. She was able to afford anything and go anywhere, moving throughout Miami with no limitations. A cosign from a powerhouse drug kingpin like OMG, along with her wit and sex appeal had her gaining ground as the queen bee bitch in the South.

  Kola navigated her Audi onto Collins Ave. The palm trees that lined the street stood erect and green, framing a tropical bliss. The streets were becoming dense with evening traffic piling up, and the afternoon crowd was steadily making way for the nightlife.

  She pulled up to the Grand Beach Hotel and stepped out onto the pavement clad in a luxurious white Ooh! La, La! Couture lace mini-dress featuring a short sleeve silhouette with billowing shoulder panels, and a plunging front bodice that tied around the neck, and Jimmy Choo shoes. She caught the attention of every male in the area.

  She handed her keys to the young, pimply-faced valet in the red vest. “Take very good care of my baby,” she said to him.

  Kola strutted into the four-star beachfront hotel on Millionaire’s Row and moved through the lavish lobby toward the row of elevators situated down the hallway, her Jimmy Choo’s click-clacking against the polished granite flooring. The place was bustling with tourists as well as management and employees.

  She nodded toward Sergio, the concierge, and he immediately got on the telephone to announce her arrival. Kola was now a regular, and the hotel treated her like she owned the place.

  She pressed for the elevator and soon got on with an aging couple celebrating their anniversary in Miami. The elderly couple couldn’t take their eyes off Kola as the elevator ascended. Her white dress clung to her shapely figure like a show of affection.

  “You’re beautiful, miss,” the wrinkled woman said with a warm smile. “Love your dress.”

  Kola turned to her and smiled. “Thank you.”

  The elevator came to a stop on the seventh floor, and the couple stepped off. Kola watched them exit and shook her head, hoping she never got old and wrinkled. The doors shut, and the lift continued upward to the top floor, where Kola got off.

  She headed toward the suite located at the end of the hallway of the seventeenth floor. She knocked twice on the door, which was ajar. She pushed it open and stepped into a sumptuous suite that offered accommodation of exceptional grace and comfort, providing a picturesque and panoramic view of sprawling South Beach, from the clear blue ocean and the extravagant yachts that lazed still on the sea to the towering hotels and buildings lining Collins Avenue.

  The spacious suite was decorated with all the amenities—large-screen televisions, a kitchen, a pool table, sleek computers, and in the bathroom, a clear standing shower cab, along with a whirlpool tub recessed into its own private nook. Scented oils, baskets of soft towels, and candies were displayed near the queen-size bed.

  Kola looked around. OMG was out on the terrace in his white terry robe, a cigar clutched between his fingers, taking in the beautiful day.

  “I’m here, baby,” she said with a smile.

  OMG turned to greet her. He took a pull from his cigar and exhaled, eyeing Kola’s luscious attire. His robe was open, showing his drooping pecs and various tattoos, and he wore boxers underneath the robe.

  “You lookin’ good, Kola,” he said, the gold Rolex around his wrist nearly blinding her.

  The two were having a secret affair in a private place. OMG was a married man, and his wife was a hard-core, ride-or-die, gangster bitch—an old-school, pit bull-in-a-skirt type of bitch who would give Kola a run for her money.

  But Kola didn’t care about the bitch. She always went after what she wanted, and OMG was no different. He was the boss of Miami, and she couldn’t be with anything less.

  OMG would reserve over-the-top suites, and Kola would meet him there for some dick. She couldn’t get enough of mixing business with pleasure.

  OMG was truly smitten by Kola. The minute he’d laid eyes on her, he knew he had to have her at any cost. She oozed sexiness. Her beauty topped that of any big-booty video vixen in the city, and her street savvy was extraordinary. Men fought to be with her.

  But OMG had her on lockdown; she was his unwritten pleasure, his forbidden plaything, and even though he was a married man and Kola still considered herself single, she became off limits to anyone in South Beach. OMG was obsessed with her, and no man dared to put his hands in Kola’s cookie jar when OMG was already snacking on the goods.

  “Damn! I can never get tired of looking at you,” OMG said with a pleased smile.

  “You like my new dress? It’s expensive, and I wore it just for you.”

  “I fuckin’ love it,” OMG said, a little coarseness in his tone. “Now take it off.”

  “My pleasure.”

  Kola untied the elfin knot around her neck and slowly began to peel the dress away from her tempting flesh, wiggling her curvy figure out of the material and letting it fall to the floor.

  OMG approached her in the room, still puffing the cigar. He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around such perfection. Kola’s naked body glistened like crystals, even with the fading sun, and her tits sat up on her chest. Her booty was juicy, and the hair on her pussy was trimmed to precision.

  “I fuckin’ want you,” OMG proclaimed.

  Kola responded with a naughty smile.

  When OMG neared her, his stout frame engulfed her like a typhoon swallowing up a small boat. His hands roamed freely over her curves, caressing her small waist and sexy bottom. As he held Kola’s softness in his arms, he grew harder in his boxers, his steel rod coming to life.

  Kola could feel the large bulge pressing hard against her nudeness.

  The two kissed passionately, their tongues wrestling with each other’s.

  OMG cupped her tits, squeezed her succulent ass, and then thrust her upward in his massive arms.

  Kola loved it. “Take me out on the balcony,” she said. “I wanna fuck under the sky.”

  OMG loved the idea. She was his little freak. He carried her out onto the extensive terrace and released her from his arms.

  When Kola planted her bare feet on the floor, she turned and peered at Miami. The sky was changing, evening was approaching rapidly, and the setting went from a clear blue sky to a dark orange, mystic blaze in the sky. />
  OMG tossed his robe into the suite, and then removed his boxers, exposing great lengths of hard flesh to Kola. He stroked himself methodically, never taking his eyes off her.

  “You know what to do,” he said.

  Kola dropped to her knees in front of him and gripped his dick in her small fist. She leaned forward and swallowed up the mushroom tip then, sliding her lips farther down his long shaft, deep-throated OMG down to the base, moaning all the while.

  OMG started to moan also. He gripped the back of her head and pushed her face into him. “Ooooh shit! Suck that dick!” he grunted as Kola’s slurping sounds grew louder. He lifted his chin and closed his eyes, one hand behind her head, the other on his hip.

  OMG, his dick wet with saliva, could feel his flood rushing forward. The strong suction from Kola’s full lips had him in a haze.

  He quickly jerked his dick from her clenching jaws. “Shit! You gonna make me come like that.”

  Kola looked up at him with a dirty smile, her eyes filled with hunger. She rose up off her knees, and OMG quickly positioned her into a doggy-style posture. She gripped the terrace railing, and spread her long, thick legs, exposing her goodies. She could feel her juices leaking out of her and running down her legs.

  OMG grabbed her slim waist and slowly penetrated her heated flesh with his hard dick.

  Kola cooed, “Ooooh! Fuck me!”

  OMG began to ride that ass, slapping her backside. He squeezed her slender neck and wrapped his fist around her dark, long hair and tugged at it like it was the reins to a horse. Kola liked it rough.

  As his big dick thrust in and out of her, Kola moaned, gazing over the terrace, her eyes transfixed on the deep blue sea. The cool, evening breeze brushed by her hard nipples as their sexual rendezvous was exposed to the city of Miami. Being on the seventeenth floor and fucking under the canopy of sunset was exhilarating.

  Her pussy pulsed nonstop around the dick, and her beauty sucked the beast into her deeper and deeper.

  “Shit!” Kola cried out. “Gotdammit! Fuck me just like that, you big, black, sexy-ass, King Kong-dick muthafucka! Oh shit! Ooooh, baby, that dick is so good! So damn good!”

  “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” OMG chanted, shoving his throbbing dick all the way to Kola’s core.

  OMG felt his balls contract, and he was ready to release his seed deep into her. Her pussy was so good, it was making his balls cave in, and he seemed dumbfounded for a moment. He drooled like a big dog and was unable to pull out. The strong suction and Kola’s heated velvet walls were too much and too good.

  He kept strong-fucking Kola for a moment, becoming an animal in that tight, wet heaven. He felt the flood rushing to his tip again and snatched his dick from out the pussy. He released his warm, white fluids onto her lower back, gripping her side for stability.

  Both of their minds spiraled into bliss as their orgasms rocked them both into screams of more and more.

  OMG exclaimed, “Oh shit! Ooooh yeah, that was so fuckin’ good.”

  “You love it, daddy?”

  “You know you’re my favorite bitch.”

  Soon, the two were wrapped around each other on the bed. Neither could let go of the other. They lay nestled and fucked again and again until night and stars completely covered the sky.

  Kola rested her head against OMG’s thick chest. Playtime and pleasure was over with. Now it was business.

  “I need a re-up again,” she said to him.

  “Damn! Already? You a natural-born hustler, Kola.”

  “I make moves.”

  “I see. But, yo, I can only get you a half of a ki right now.”

  “What? I’ll go through that within a day, OMG. I need some ki’s.”

  “I know. But the shipment is coming in late. I won’t be able to supply you that until next week.”

  Kola sucked her teeth.

  “Look, you the first I’ll call when shit touches down, but until then, just take the half of ki and be fuckin’ happy, Kola. You lucky you gettin’ that for now.”

  Kola didn’t continue to argue. She knew OMG always looked out for her. She was a three-ki-a-week-moving bitch in South Beach, and she had clientele that she needed to feed. Her phone had been ringing constantly like it was the president’s, but she had nothing to nourish them with, since work had been dry for her the past few days.

  OMG told her, “Come down to my stash house tomorrow evening and come get that.”

  “A’ight.”

  Kola looked at the time. It was getting late, and she had other engagements to tend to. Miami kept her busy. She squirmed away from OMG’s hold and started to get dressed.

  “Why the fuck you leaving so early for?” OMG questioned.

  “Business, baby.”

  “Shit! Bitch, you need to come over here and suck my dick again.”

  Kola smiled. “I got you spoiled.”

  “Yeah, you do. Now come spoil me again.”

  “Next time. I gotta meet wit’ someone.”

  OMG rose up out of bed, glaring at Kola as she put her dress back on and reached for her shoes. “You know I don’t fuckin’ share you with no one,” he spat.

  “Stop wit’ that jealousy shit, OMG. You know I’m only fuckin’ you.”

  “So where the fuck you going?”

  Kola looked at her lover. Her deadly black beast lay naked against white sheets and looked like he was ready to strike if she gave the wrong answer. At times, OMG was a very intimidating figure, acting like he owned her.

  “I’m meeting with Nikki. You remember, my fuckin’ cousin? We got some money invested in this club on Washington Avenue, and we gotta meet with the contractor to go over some details. Shit, you think drug money is the only money I’m tryin’ to get in this town? I’m a businesswoman, OMG. You fuckin’ know that.”

  OMG came down from his perch on the edge of the bed. He smiled. “I know.”

  “I told you about that, baby. I’m only fuckin’ wit’ you.”

  “And I love it like that.”

  Kola slipped into her shoes and gathered her things. She said goodbye to her man and exited the suite. She hurried outside, snapping orders at a different valet to hurry with her car.

  Her pink Audi bended the corner soon after, and the young valet hopped out and held the door open for her. Kola climbed into her car and handed the valet a fifty-dollar tip.

  “Thank you, ma’am!”

  Kola hissed, “Do I look that old to you?”

  “No.”

  “Then don’t fuckin’ call me ma’am.”

  She sped off and made a sharp right at the next light. As she drove through the streets of South Beach, her cell phone rang. It was her mother calling.

  Kola rarely spoke to Denise. In her mind, New York was a distant memory. There was nothing left for her in Harlem or anywhere else in the city. She had experienced betrayal and heartbreak there, and she’d barely escaped the city with her life. She had too much going on in Miami now to worry about her mother or anything else. South Beach and all of Miami was home to her now.

  The cell phone continued to ring. Kola was reluctant to answer, but she knew her mother. The bitch would keep on calling until someone picked up.

  Kola snatched the phone. “What, Ma?” she barked into the phone.

  “Bitch, you tryin’ to avoid me now?”

  “I’m busy. What do you want?”

  “Your sister is back home.”

  “Apple?”

  “Bitch, what other sister you got out there? Of course, Apple, and she’s raising hell in Harlem again.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what she’s doing. That bitch is dead to me. She can have Harlem; I’m making moves elsewhere.”

  “Her name is ringing out here once again.”

  “Ma, I told you, I don’t give a fuck about her, so don’t call me about that bitch again. Fuck her!”

  “You’re cold, Kola. You need to mend things with your sister. I hate to see my girls actin’ like this. Y’all su
pposed to be family. Y’all are twins.”

  “Family? Is you fuckin’ serious, Ma? You’re the one that was playing us, playing both sides, but taking her side more, when you knew she was dead wrong for what she did. So don’t fuckin’ talk to me about family. We haven’t been a fuckin’ family in a long time. That bitch can rot in hell for all I care. She should have stayed her ass in Mexico and died there.”

  Denise sighed heavily. “Where did I go wrong with both of y’all?”

  “By giving birth to her.”

  Kola hung up and continued to her destination without giving her mother’s words or Apple a second thought. Nikki was the only family she had love for.

  It was about money and respect for Kola, and nothing else mattered, especially any affairs in New York.

  Three

  The stash house in Little Havana, which was home to many Cuban immigrants, was one of many pickup and drop-off locations for OMG’s operation. The two-story brick home with a stucco rooftop was always occupied with thugs and drugs. Security cameras were situated throughout the house, watching the premises from all angles, and three fierce pit bulls roamed the perimeter as deterrents to would-be stickup crews.

  The living room was occupied with a half-dozen loud young thugs seated on a worn couch and playing Xbox, and on the wooden table were guns of all calibers and small vials of crack cocaine.

  Kola was the only eye candy in the place. She wore white shorts with a matching top and tennis shoes. She had the young thugs’ attention. They stared at her, but none of them dared to be disrespectful to her.

  The long, slender man wearing sagging jeans and zigzag cornrows followed OMG’s orders and stuffed half a kilo of cocaine into a brown paper bag and handed it to Kola like it was the last of his school lunch. The transaction was smooth. The half-kilo of coke Kola received would be gone in a day or two, tops.

  “That’s all y’all niggas do, is sit on your asses and play that stupid game,” she said roughly to the group.

  “Why you care, Kola?” Dino replied, a short, stocky teen with a bad temper. “What? You wanna come sit on my lap and play wit’ me?”