She kept her ear to the streets at all times and knew who was getting that paper. Rellie had been hearing a lot of chatter about Suef, so she made her way back to her birthplace of New York City just to get at him. She’d robbed and set up so many hustlers and thugs on the East Coast that she could never rest easy on that side. So Rellie had made Houston, Texas, her home.

Any dude who wasn’t on point with his shit became a victim as soon as she laid her venomous eyes on him. Once they got a taste of that sweet snapback-comeback pussy, it was a wrap. They’d practically give her whatever she wanted, just to stay around. The problem was, she didn’t want their crumbs; she wanted the whole cake. Many men had awakened after mind-blowing sex with Rellie to find themselves tied up, their jewels gone, and their safes cleaned out.

Rellie was not the prettiest chick either. In fact, most thought she was just average. Standing at five feet three inches, she was petite, with extremely fair skin that bordered on pale. She kept her fire-engine-red hair blended with only the most expensive extensions. With a mouth full of exquisite porcelain veneers, her smile was worth twenty thousand, literally. When she covered her body in the high-priced designer labels, diamonds, and her favorite stilettos, she went from average to the baddest bitch moving.

When Suef saw her in all her shining glory, he nearly tripped over himself to get at her. After spending only a few days with Suef, Rellie knew where all of his stashes were since she was always cooped up in the house with him. She couldn’t help but wonder why he rarely left his apartment in Brooklyn, especially when he was supposed to be the man uptown. From doing some serious ear hustling, Rellie learned about the war that was ensuing between Suef and Butta. Rellie couldn’t help but feel like a pot of gold had fallen in her lap, knowing that wherever Butta was, Sincere was nearby. She finally saw her chance to seek revenge against the person she hated most: Kisa Montega.

After Suef climaxed, she got up, not caring whether she came or not. Most of the time Rellie felt like she did a better job of making herself nut with her vibrator than any man ever could. She crossed the room naked to grab her cigarettes from the dresser and sat on a bench at the end of the bed. “What’s good wit’ ya family?” she asked Suef as she lit up.

“Lil’ cuzo is on point, as usual. He ready to get this shit poppin’, yo. We gon make them pussy-ass niggas pay for every nigga of mine they done took out. I still want more payback for that bullshit they did to my man Trent.”

“What happened with that bitch sister down south?”

“Cuzo said she made bail, but that don’t matter,” Suef chuckled, sounding so grimy. “In that racist-ass state, she is finito, baby; they giving niggas a hundred years down there for a gram or two.”