Checkmate: The Baddest Chick (19 page)

She passed her mother’s bedroom and heard loud moaning. Her mother was fucking some young nigga. She paid it no mind and went into the bedroom and locked the door.

Once she was situated, the tears started to flow. The pain and hurt of losing Candace became fresh for her once again. She couldn’t show weakness, so she masked her grief behind the four walls in her mother’s apartment.

The young girl in her began to show. She had grown up way too quickly, and didn’t know what it was like to have a childhood. At thirteen, she was fucking. At fourteen, she was hustling. By the time she was sixteen, she was seasoned in the street life, and became a “queenpin” before her twenty-first birthday.

Kola didn’t cry for too long. She quickly dried her tears and walked over to the window. She peered down at her Audi. Everything appeared normal. She needed to make moves. Kola knew she wasn’t going to last too long in the projects, and in her mother’s apartment. The two clashed like plaid and polka dots. She didn’t like that her mother had wild parties and niggas coming and going from her bedroom. Strangers were dangerous in Kola’s line of work.

Kola picked up her cell phone. She thought about Edge and Cross, but she focused on Edge more. She needed to flirt with him and get as much information from him as possible. She dialed his number, and it rang a few times before he picked up.

“Who this calling?”

“It’s Kola.”

“Oh, what up, love? You good?”

“I just needed to talk.”

“Shit, you know that’s what I’m here for. I know ya goin’ through it after losing ya girls. That shit is hard. You know I understand.”

Edge tried to be sincere, but Kola knew it was all bullshit. “What you doing?” she asked.

“I’m chillin’ right now. Why you ask?”

“I just asked.”

“Why you ain’t call Cross though?”

“’Cuz he hurt me, and I don’t trust him right now.”

“I know, that’s my dude and all, but he can be a foul nigga sometimes. I don’t trust that nigga most times myself. He’s starting to act funny on a nigga too.”

“What you mean?”

“He doin’ you dirty, Kola. I’m just keepin’ it real. Nigga got all that work and cash now, and he keepin’ shit on lockdown from a nigga, probably in Brooklyn wit’ shorty.”

“What the hell you talkin’ about, Edge? What work and cash? And what bitch?”

“It ain’t my place to tell you, but he be spending most his time in Brooklyn now. He shacked up wit’ his baby mama. They, like, tryin’ to get married.”

“Are you serious?”

Edge sucked his teeth. “I was there when he bought that bitch the ring.”

The news was a serious blow to Kola. She was distraught.

“I just thought you should know about it, since the nigga is into keepin’ secrets from muthafuckas. But I can keep secrets too.”

“I can’t fuckin’ believe him!”

“He ain’t worth tears, ma. It’s how that nigga can be sometimes. I mean, that’s my dude and all, but he doin’ you
and
me dirty.”

“Muthafucka!”

“I’m sayin’, Kola, I know you and me had our serious differences back then, but let’s just let bygones be bygones and start over. You feel me?”

Kola felt black and colder inside. Edge had only added more fuel to her burning hatred. She was done crying over Cross, and she was done feeling betrayed. It was time to implement her next move.

“I’m saying, Kola, let me take you out. I got you, ma.”

Kola was silent for a moment. She was thinking. “OK. But when?”

“Fuck that! Tonight, ma. Let me get things off ya mind, and we can talk.”

“A’ight, I’m down. But keep this between you and me, Edge. If Cross finds—”

“Kola, he ain’t gonna find out shit, and he don’t need to know what goes on between you and me. It ain’t his business anymore. This is our fuckin’ business. You just make sure you show up. Let me worry about Cross, and believe me when I say, he ain’t gonna be a problem to us anymore. ”

After the two established a time and place, Kola hung up the phone and shouted, “Shady muthafuckas!”

She was going to be ready tonight.

****

It was a quarter to ten at night when Kola stepped out of her mother’s apartment looking stunning in an ultra-short, halter-style mini dress with scrunched sides and low neckline—no panties. She wore six-inch heels that highlighted her well-defined legs, and carried a small Gucci purse. A loaded .22 Magnum was concealed inside.

Kola turned heads walking to her parked Audi. The neighborhood knew her name, and about her scandalous reputation, and the locals stayed away from her, fearing that she was trouble. Kola was the talk of the hood, but she didn’t care at all. Everything was about business and a come-up for her. If you got in her way, then she was ready to cut you down.

Kola got into her car and was ready to meet Edge at Junior’s Restaurant in downtown Brooklyn. Anywhere in Harlem or the city would’ve been too dangerous for them to link up, and she didn’t want anyone in her business.

She arrived at Junior’s shortly after ten-thirty and parked down the block. She strutted toward the restaurant and looked around for Edge. She soon spotted his truck parked on the corner and walked over cautiously. She kept her gun close, not knowing what to expect.

Edge stepped out of his truck with a broad smile. He muttered, “Damn!” his eyes absorbing Kola’s sexy attire, from her tight dress to her sexy walk.

“I’m here,” Kola said. “So let’s talk.”

“You lookin’ good, Kola,” Edge said, lust showing across his face. “Damn! Really fuckin’ good. I love that dress you got on.”

Kola knew Edge was a horny hound dog who thought more with his dick than his head. The way he looked at her gave her the creeps, but she knew how to use his eagerness to her advantage.

Edge was wearing a wife-beater, dark jeans, Timberlands, and a thick, long chain. He was constantly showing off, flexing his muscles, but Kola was far from impressed.

“Let’s talk in private, Kola,” he suggested.

“How private?”

“Damn! Very private.”

“You got a cigarette?”

“I got one left in my truck.”

“Then let’s go for a ride.”

Edge smiled, and they began to walk in the direction of his dark green Yukon.

He got behind the wheel and passed Kola his last Newport.

She quickly lit it, took a few drags, then looked at him.

“Just drive. I need to clear my head.”

“A’ight. But you cool wit’ leaving ya shit parked here in Brooklyn?”

“I’m good.”

Edge started the ignition and slowly pulled out of his spot. He was excited. Cross had fucked up his chance with her, so he was going to take advantage of the situation.

“Where you wanna go to?”

“Back to Harlem?” Kola said.

“For what?”

“I know a place where we can go.”

“So why you have me drive out here to meet you at Junior’s? I coulda met you somewhere out there.”

“Think, Edge—My car is known, me and Cross are known. They see me get out of my car and get into your truck, and you think muthafuckas ain’t gonna speculate some shit going on? Us three, we’re too fuckin’ known in Harlem not to have eyes watching.”

“True!”

“A’ight, just drive,” she spat, “before I change my fuckin’ mind.”

Kola rolled her eyes. She figured Edge wasn’t as stupid as he looked, but she was smarter and fiercer. She continued to lead him on, lifting her dress slightly and exposing her smooth, thick legs.

He smiled. “I like that.”

“I bet you do.”

Edge clutched the steering wheel with his left hand, leaned closer to Kola, and moved his right hand between her slightly opened legs. His touch alone made Kola cringe, but she let him massage her thigh as he crossed over the Brooklyn Bridge.

“Um, you feel so soft.”

“I do, huh? You like that?”

“Hells yeah.”

“I love the way you touch me,” Kola lied. She then took his hand and slowly slid it between the depths of her legs.

“You ain’t got no fuckin’ panties on,” he uttered excitedly.

“I knew you would like that.”

Edge began to finger Kola’s love box gently, pushing two of his fingers into her shaved pussy and playing with her clit.

Kola began to moan from his touch, clamping her thighs around his hand when she felt his touch digging into her.

“Ooh, I can’t wait to fuck you, Kola.”

“I bet you can’t.”

Edge continued to finger-fuck Kola as he drove his truck into the city. He grew hard as he stroked her pussy, and was ready to pull over for a quickie with his friend’s chick.

He navigated through the nightly traffic and raced north on the FDR, while still fingering Kola’s wet pussy. He was about to go crazy if he didn’t have it soon. They made some small talk, but Edge’s main concern was sex. He even went down on Kola briefly while stopped at a red light, pulling up her dress and snaking his tongue inside of her, causing her to squirm and moan.

The two soon made it into Harlem, where the street traffic and nightly activity wasn’t too thick in certain areas of the hood. Edge was determined to find a desolate block so he could fuck Kola in the backseat of his truck.

“You got condoms?” she asked.

“Nah.”

“We gonna need some . . . and some cigarettes too.”

“A’ight, I’ll stop by the store.”

Edge soon found a twenty-four-hour bodega on Seventh Avenue and double-parked on the street.

“I’ll go get ’em,” Kola volunteered, pulling down her dress, collecting herself from their brief sexual encounter.

“A’ight, get me somethin’ to drink too ’cuz I’m gonna be thirsty after I finish waxing that ass.” Edge smiled.

Kola returned a counterfeit smile and walked into the bodega. Once inside, she took out her phone and started to dial a cab service.

“Uptown Cab,” a lady answered.

“Yes, I need a cab,” Kola said.

“Where are you?”

“I’m on the corner of West One Hundred and Forty-Seventh Street and Malcolm X Boulevard. How long?”

“Fifteen minutes,” the dispatcher said.

“OK. I’ll be waiting.”

Kola hung up and got everything she needed out of the bodega, except for a pack of Newports. She strutted toward the truck and jumped inside.

“We cool?” Edge asked.

“Yeah, we cool.”

Edge then parked around the corner on 146th Street, a narrow, quiet block with hardly any parking. He was fortunate to find a spot near an abandoned building in the shadow of the block. They had enough privacy to fuck uninterrupted. He turned off the ignition and grabbed for Kola.

Kola flinched. “Damn, nigga! Be fuckin’ easy.”

“I want this, Kola. You don’t understand how long I wanted to fuck you. Fuck Cross! He ain’t know what to do wit’ you.”

“A’ight, just take my pussy slow and shit.”

Edge began unbuttoning his jeans, ready to pull out his throbbing dick. The hunger in his eyes was like a famished lion watching antelopes graze in an open field.

“Oh shit!”

“What the fuck!”

“I fuckin’ forgot the cigarettes in the store.”

“What?”

“I forgot the pack of Newports.”

“Get them shits later!”

“They’re about to close, and I like to smoke right after I fuck.”

“That’s a fuckin’ cliché!”

Kola was surprised that he knew what the word meant. Edge looked frustrated. He had his dick exposed, his jeans around his ankles, and the condom already torn open. Kola was surprised by his size and thickness.
What a waste!
she thought.

“It’ll be only a minute,” she said, opening the passenger door to step out.

“Hurry up, ’cuz I’m about to explode.”

Kola feigned a smile.

She began to walk toward the bodega on Seventh Avenue and then stopped. She reached into her purse, gripped the .22 Magnum, and removed it. She then spun around and started walking back to the Yukon.

On the block where they were parked, only a closed school and a few abandoned buildings about to be demolished lined the street, so Kola didn’t have to worry about any eyewitnesses peeking from windows above.

She strutted toward the truck and crept to the driver’s side. She had the gun ready and hidden from Edge’s view. She knocked on the driver’s window delicately and startled Edge, who was still exposed and waiting.

Edge quickly turned and saw Kola. He rolled down his window. “What the fuck, Kola! You scared the shit outta me! You got the fuckin’ cigarettes? ’Cuz I’m ready to fuck, and you—”

Kola swiftly raised the gun and aimed it at Edge.

His eyes widened with shock. “What the fuck is this?”

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!