Arnessa lifted her foot and kicked Nichelle hard with her Nike boot, “Shut up, slut!”

The pain Nichelle felt from the kick was horrendous, knocking the breath out of her. That didn’t stop Nichelle from poppin’ shit once she caught her breath. “What’s the matter, Arnessa … jealous of Butta’s real woman,” Nichelle taunted.

Arnessa gave her a swift kick to the chin, “Didn’t I say shut up!”

“Hold up, Nessa,” Kisa spoke. “I know you wanna get her as bad as I do, but let’s handle b-i first.” Kisa squatted down in front of Nichelle. “We’re just here for Butta’s paper and a little info. You can make this go by quickly, or you can drag it out.”

“That’s my paper, bitch!” Nichelle snapped.

Kisa slapped her with the back of her hand, “Somehow I knew you was gonna be a hard bitch to work with. E, tear this place apart. While you look for the money, we’re gonna tear her ass up until you find it.”

“That’s what it is,” Eisani said, leaving the room and heading for upstairs. She knew by how easy they were able to get into Nichelle’s home that she was simple. She went to the most logical place first—just where she knew a simple person would hide money—the bedroom closet. After knocking over a few shoe boxes, Eisani located a duffel bag filled with money.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Kisa and Arnessa took turns wailing punches on Nichelle. Mish looked on. The punches didn’t stop Nichelle from running her mouth, though. With a bloodied nose and swollen lip, she jeered at Kisa, “I know why you so mad at me.” She coughed. “’Cause Sincere loved the way I sucked on his big dick while Butta hit me from behind. You know, on all those late nights when he was hanging with Butta when y’all first moved back.” Nichelle cackled, amused by her own lie. “But what he really loved … was the ménages with my girl Shaunta and me.”

Sincere’s history with women made what Nichelle was saying believable. Nichelle didn’t get the rise she expected out of Kisa, who just stared at her blankly. Arnessa, on the other hand, reacted, slamming Nichelle’s head against the wooden floor. “Damn, bitch, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

Eisani reentered the room, “I got it,” she said, holding the bag. “Let’s be out.”

Nichelle locked eyes with Kisa, “I’ma see you, bitch.”

“I really doubt that.” Kisa smirked.

Something in Kisa’s face and statement scared Nichelle as she watched everyone leave the room except Mish, who was carefully wiping down anything she had touched prior to putting on gloves. When she finished, she flipped Nichelle onto her stomach.

“What are you doing now?” Nichelle questioned.