A Red Apple (17 page)

“Shit.” I say
aloud walking out onto the deck so I can puff on some Kush. Thankfully I will be hitting that pussy for the next 24 hours because that shit is fire. I damn near suffered a heart attack when I busted. Just what I need after the weak ass pussy I had been hitting down south in the H. She wasn’t Piper but she was close enough. I will see what that mouthpiece do a little later. I have an appointment with Tony DeLeneau soon because he has summoned me.

I rent a white Lamborghini to rip up the city with and I’m back to my old childish ways. I’m a speed devil on the interstates and doing donuts like it’s not a crime. If theses dirty ass cops stop me, I will bribe their ass with a few birds. But what are a few birds for a nigga like me anyway? I will take the risk and have fun doing it.

I pull up to an
abandoned warehouse and park near a few of the other cars outside. There are two blacked out, fully armored Range Rovers that I am sure belongs to Tony and his security. There is also a red Porsche. My instincts kick in and I assume there are no more than 9 bodies in that warehouse. If shit hits the fan, I’m taking out at least three of them with me. I’m all black everything with my heaters on me. I have a protective vest on under my black, Pyrex Vision Religion hoodie. I have my MP7 tucked in the back of my black LRG jeans. And last but not least, my P38 is resting on the inside of my black Timbs. I want a nigga to try me today.

I walk into the warehouse not giving two shits about anything. I know what it is, if today is my day then I’m ready to go out with a mafuckin bang.
The place is empty except for all of the hay on the ground and Tony and his gorilla squad sitting down at a round table. There are only six of them including the boss so that’s a good thing. I can’t read these niggas and I know they can’t read me. Rule number 5: draw every nigga a blank. There is one empty seat directly across from Tony so I take it. Tony is a crime boss with a resume that includes everything from slicing niggas heads off with swords to human trafficking to moving hundreds of thousands of kilos of dope across the world. The Kingston Tombolo Cartel is all under his control but he operates from Queen’s up here in the city. He stays under the radar that way because the feds are always looking for his black ass out there in Jamaica. He’s an ugly dark nigga with a scar that begins at his left eye and ends at his lower lip.

“How are ya
brudda?” Tony says in his heavy Jamaican drawl.

“Been b
etter my man. What about you?” I ask.

“I not to happy Z. You see I have
major problem with some fool down der in Houston whose making more money den me and I don’t like dat. Here ya want some ganja?” He offers me the blunt after taking a pull.

“Na I’m good. So what doe
s this problem got to do with me? You want me to dead this nigga or what.” I say already piqued.

“Oh! I see
brudda now you have some little chump change shit money and you don’t have de time to sit down and chat with de man dat made it all possible for you eh? Don’t come to me city and rush me mudifucka. I kill niggas like you and eat them for breakfast just because. Ya respect me, the man who made ya ass. I’m not even proud of ya with ya little change haveen ass. I taught you betta den dat… What di fuck is a 25 million young brudda? That’s pocket change ya fool.” He laughs and his gang laughs along with him. I’ve always hated them flunky ass niggas because they always went along with his okiedoke.

“No disrespect Tony but what you call me here for?” I ask smoothly not letting the insults phase me.
“Because we could’ve discussed my bank account over the phone.”

“Ok mon let’s get serious. Business is
expandeen and I need someone to run di southern operation for me from Texas to Florida. You are di man I want and trust for dis. If ya take di job I have fifty million in cash right here as a bonus. None of dat block shit it’s for di fuckeen birds. I want my shit in di clubs, di hotels, di big sport events and places like dat. Ya only need to over see everyteen. You pick ya own team down der but ya will be di boss. I get 60% and ya get 40% of di profits. What do ya say brudda?”

“I’m not in that business anymore bruva.” I know he already knows this.

“I was really hopeen ya don’t say dat mon. I did fava for ya and now I want me payback.” Tony says.

“A real nigga pays his debts and keeps his word because that’s all he has. I paid you back with interest and I told you I was out. YOU said we were good.” I bark. I’m no fucking punk so he’s not going to push me around.
I can give a fuck about his mans and them.

“Of course di money was good. But ya don’t
tink dats what me wanted right mon? I want me payback in loyalty.” He retorts with acid in his tone.

“My man Tony.” I stand up to get ready in case shit is about to pop off. Tony’s security is already getting uncomfortable
and inching their hands toward their heaters. “I always do what the fuck I say I will and then I stand by it. Even if I’m wrong no one can tell me I’m not right. My word is bond. So I expect everyone around me to match my gangsta. I said I was out and that’s it. But I will say this, if anyone of you mafuckas so much as point a gun at me you betta send me to meet my maka because if you don’t… I will come for you. And I won’t stop until I leave you stinkin’. So unless today is a good day for a massacre what other business would you like to discuss?”

“Zeke I am a business man and I appreciate me assets. But when ya become a liability ya become a big expense for me and we both know what
dat means. However, today me feeling generous towards the enemy. Now get di fuck outta me city before me change ma mind.” He takes a hit off the ganja and smiles.

“New York is mine,
I just let you borrow it when I’m out of town bruva.” I say with a straight face before I begin walking out. I should’ve killed his ass because I know not to turn my back on an enemy.

I’m in the
Lambo again marking up the city but this time I’m feeling a little uneasy. The offer Tony made was hard to refuse but I’m not in that business anymore. My mind is racing and I’m making decisions as I make my way back to the hotel. I will need to eliminate that nigga when the time is right because today I’m alive but his threat was unmistakable. If you are not a friend of mine, there is no such thing as a foe so that makes you my enemy. All of my enemies are lying somewhere six feet under. But those are secrets I keep to myself.

When I open the door, I find China butt ass naked on the sofa fingering her pussy. She doesn’t stop when she sees me in fact, she starts twisting her fingers faster and squeezing her hard nipples. My dick leaps to attention and just like that, my mind is on pussy.

“Let the boss help
you with that ma.” I say struggling to get out of my hoodie and jeans. I keep my boots and vest on because I’m too eager to get up in this syrupy wet box before me. “Oooo it looks too good. I can see your wetness dripping down onto your ass cheeks and shit.”

“Zeke oh yes baby. Oh yes!” She says as I am driving my hard tongue into her pussy. She is still fingering herself but I don’t mind because she’s not in my way. I tilt my head to the side and start dipping my tongue into her sweet flesh at an angle. I love to eat fresh pussy and her shit is succulent. I push her legs all the way up so I can lick her up and down from her pussy t
o her asshole. “Damn girl you taste good.” I muffle because her pussy is occupying my mouth. Her scent is intoxicating and her moaning is causing my dick to ache. In and out… in and out… in and out. I am stabbing my long stiff tongue into her and twisting both of her nipples between my fingers. “Fuck yes. Ahhhhhhhh.” She cums and I slurp her juices up.

I pull he
r waist up so I can get a good grip and position myself. I stick my dick between her lips and slide myself into her. I am fucking her slowly with long and steady strokes causing her titties to jiggle. She is retracting her pussy muscles on my dick like the pro she is. I can feel the tightness of her around my erection as I pump a little faster. The faster I stroke the tighter she gets. I grab her ass cheeks and turn her slightly to work another angle deeply. This move hurts most women but China is receiving my length and girth entirely with no hesitations. “Hmmmm oh yes! Fuck me Zeke, get deep in this pussy boss! Oh, ow ahh.” She is screaming at me like a mad woman as I beat this box up. I can’t control my thrusting anymore so I give her everything I got. I slide one of my fingers into her pussy and moisten it with her juices. I pull my finger out and ram it down her throat so she can taste her sweetness. I’m still laying the pipe to her ass but I want to taste her again too so I dip my fingers into her once more and stick my fingers in my mouth. Her juices taste like sweet pineapples. I am thrusting into her with vengeance causing her to dig her nails into my back. “This how you want it bitch?” I am slamming my dick into this tight ass pussy with no remorse and she is taking it. China is throwing it back at me and I have finally met my match. “I’m about to cum.” She pants. I slow down and pull out so I can poke my dick at her clitoris. I tease her button tactfully until she explodes. “Ohhh Ahhhhh.” She squeals in delight as her body falls apart in front of me.

I flip her ass around like a rag doll and run my dick up into her slippery pussy. It’s my turn now and I am twisting this back out. I grab a fistful off her hair, wrap it around my hand and pull her up to me. “I want to play wit ya pussy.” I whisper into her ear as I massage her clit. I am thrusting my dick into her and using my fingers to play on her button like an instrument.
“Oh boss it feels so good. Unngghh too good!” She is moaning, groaning and crying and it’s like music to my ears because I aim to please. “Do you hear that my fine China?” I ask still playing her clit generously. I want to know if she can hear the sound of me taking her to ecstasy. “Hmmm.” She busts for me again and the feel of her warm waterfall trickles down my dick. I can feel my groin throbbing because I’m close to erupting and it’s going to be a big one. “Oh China you a bad bitch.” I smack her ass and growl as my semen spurts out into her. I don’t care that I bust raw up in her pussy. I collapse onto my side right beside her.

“I love you.” She rolls over on her back and looks into my eyes.

“I bet you do.” I laugh, grab a blunt full of ganja and light it. Inhale and exhale. Her pussy is so good I might be in love too. “So tell me something about you I don’t know China X?”

“Let’s see. My real name in Ming Wu and I’ve never lived anywhere outside of L.A. My mother is a mean black bitch and my Chines
e father refuses to claim me because I’m part nigga. I have no children but I was married once right out of college. Everyone says I resemble the singer Cassie but I don’t see it. And I love me some black dick.” She says snatching my blunt from me and taking a pull. “What about you Zeke?”

“Yo that’s crazy because I was just thinking about how you look like Cassie. But tell me how a college graduate ends up stripping?” I’m dying to hear the answer to this.

“Well, it’s a long story but dancing is a passion of mine for starters. So anyways, I have a BA in dance and theater but while I was in college I was broke. And when I say broke, I mean broke.” She laughs and passes the blunt back to me. “One night I went to a strip club with one of my girls and there was this pole dancing competition. Long story short I entered the contest and won like ten g’s or something like that. The owner calls me up the next day and offers me a job to strip. I accepted, went in that same night, and killed the stage. I bought in like three thousand my first night and the rest is history. I like stripping because of the fast money and the lifestyle. But I don’t NEED to do it; it’s just something I enjoy. But I have a more respectable career. I actually own a Ballet studio for young boys and girls between the ages of 4 and 17 in east L.A.”

“That’s cool I can respect a woman like you. Your sexy,
educated, independent and you’re a freak. Yo ass the type to make a bruva want to settle down and shit. So I see I gotta be careful with you.” I joke.

“You don’t have to be careful with me. If I were your woman I would play my position.” China says laying her game down thick. “I like you Zeke and I’m not going to sit here and front. Yeah it’s soon but I believe in going after what I want. And right now that’s you.”

“How do you know I’m single?” I ask her.

“I don’t
, but if so, she’s a nonfactor because you flew me all the way up here from L.A. And trust me this will not be the last time you fly me somewhere because I know what I’ve done to you.” China X is one confident bitch. “Don’t even try to front nigga you just went up in this pussy raw and busted inside me.”

“Na baby I’ma come clean, your shit is decent and I most defi
nitely will be hitting that again next chance I get. But I’m not tryna wife you because you probably be out here like this with hell of niggas.”

“You
’re not going to believe me but I’m going to tell you anyway. You are only the fourth man I’ve been with sexually Zeke.” She says.

“You are right
, I don’t believe that shit you trying to pass of on a nigga.” I hate to be blunt but this bitch must think I’m a dumb nigga. “How old are you anyway?”

“I’m 26 and yeah I figured you wouldn’t. Unfortunately, judgment comes with the job. I can’t just be a regular woman but it’s cool because that shit is overrated anyway. Look where it’s gotten whatever goody two-shoe bitch you got as a main bitch. You up here fucking me raw and you don’t even know me.” China makes a good point.