Big Reesha n Dem

By LaRon Betts

Big Reesha has built an empire and untouchable team after she was handed the power from her murdered brother, Small. Her operation was running smooth, until a thirsty scavenger, Low­ Down, decided he would step on whoever's toes, regardless of what rules were broken. He creates turmoil in Kansas City, doing whatever it takes to keep him and his drug­ addicted click above water. He has to be stopped. Will he destroy the black-market through snake moves and sidewinding swindles? Or will the ultimate team, Big Reesha N Dem, put an end to his cut-throat plans and poisonous plots?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Feb 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781483564456

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Nine

Chapter One

I don’t know why ya’ll think Big Reesha ‘N’ Dem bullshittin’! She means what she say, and say what she means, the man promised, who now had his entire bloody head bandaged, and a missing ear. He didn’t have a damn thing to do with the scandalous jack move, but his association with the wrong hoodlums, was the reason he paid a costly price for being at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Big Reesha caught him at a local pool hall, and while waiting on his turn to shoot, she gave two of the other fat bitches in her click, the order to apprehend the first person she ran across that she knew even associated with the snakes who double crossed her partner Fat Freida.

She knew the man made runs for Low-Down, the person she was almost for sure pulled the wicked act. Fat Freida was taken for three kilos and $50,000 cash. Fat Freida owed Big Reesha over half of that. Freida wasn’ t broke and quickly paid her the money she owed, because she knew that Big Reesha had been through so much shit in her life, that she would even kill her best friend if she found out that she was trying to play her. It wasn’t the fact the money was lost that fueled Big Reesha’s warpath. It was the fact that someone didn’t even had the nerves to test anything, or anyone that was close to her. If you fucked with anyone in her click, you were fucking with her, point blank period. The only reason she spared the associate, is because she wanted to deliver a stern message to Low-Down and the rest of the town.

Big Reesha strung him up, butt-naked, and Fat Freida and she took turns giving the man nothing but body shots, until his ribs turned purple. The black leather, cut off gloves that they used, made smacking noises that could be heard far outside the basement of the shack. She also had two more of her full-figured allies present to watch the display of two fat bitches gone extremely mad. After they pulverized the man with intense punishments. Big Reesha duct-taped him to a chair and interrogated the man severely, with several questions. The other girls, eager to let their frustration loose, would tee-off and smack the Holy cow shit out of the man, whether he was telling the truth, or not. Big Reesha wasn’ t allowing anyone to stop her very prosperous empire, let alone step on any of their fat toes. To show the true savage that he was deep inside of her, she cut off his ear with a sharp and shiny blade, with no hesitation. The duct tape muffled his frantic screams for mercy and help. Big Reesha, then duct taped everything except his nose and dropped the clown off at the hospital looking like a silver mummy, and daring him to squeal to anyone about it. He knew better than that, after what happened to the last person that did. After the incident, Big Reesha pulled out her pink Rolls-Royce Ghost. Everyone knew that when she drove that car through the town, beef was in the air, and she was on the warpath. The news traveled fast and two weeks later, the horrified messenger was finally able to deliver the message to LowDown.

Low-Down was playing the tough role in front of his syndicate, but deep down inside, he was worried, knowing that desperation revealed enough to point the finger at him. He had hoped that the problem would only lie between him and Fat Freida. Big Reesha was a larger problem. Big Reesha told the messenger that she wanted five kilos and $7,500 back. She was gonna give them a little time and if they didn’t respond, she was gonna set another example; before putting down the full-court press. She played the game like he hustled for her after that. Many underestimated Big Reesha, and that was a big mistake. It wasn’t until they where knee deep in the drama that they realized how dangerous she was. Low-Down knew and took heed, but would never let the people who he was dealing with know.

That fat, funky, bitch ain’t running nothing, he promised, exposing the $7,500 in diamonds that he put on his grill that was sparkling while he boasted. I’m running this shit now! Fat Frieda’s ass was slippin’, so she got what comes with that. I don’t give a damn about her and my sister going to school together, besides, they don’t know if I did the shit or not anyway. The ski mask way is the best way, he assured; trying to ease his conscience; pouring his boys some Remy XO. They didn’t give a damn about the problem at the time. He had just taken them on a tricking mission in St. Louis. He went to the strip club and blew $10,000 and bought all his guys some pussy from the hot mammas that were willing to do a little more than just shake their asses for the dead presidents. Low-Down would usually buy just nine ounces or half a kilo at the most from Fat Freida. More than likely, he would piece together the money from his boys.

The problem was, they all had bad habits. Some needed pills to boost their confidence, while some smoked PCP, with him doing both and more. He especially loved snorting powder cocaine up the nose. Half of their profit would be gone before it was time to rec oup, so it was like a never-ending cycle. A dog chasing his tail. Seeing Fat Freida hopping in and out of a CL 550 Benz, created jealousy and desperation within him. Fat Freida was slowly starting to let her guards down, when he decided to live up to his name and do just that; get low, down, and dirty. He waited patiently, like a dirty thirsty desert wolf, until a little after the first of the month; knowing that she would be loaded with a product and decided that it would be the perfect time to strike. The plan was to act as if one of his partners in crime was his cousin from out of town, that was coming to Kansas City to purchase a couple of kilos. Fat Freida remembered Low-Down and his sister, all the way back from elementary school; so she didn’t have a clue that he was planning on doing anything so treacherous. Her generosity would prove to be costly. Low-Down would usually pull these type of scandalous acts on the other side of town or from out of town. You would think anybody with sense would consider his name alone to conclude he wasn’t the type of person to trust. That was one of the excuses he used to do it without conscience. Knowing that she was overweight and insecure, he decided to find a way to hook them up to make the job that much easier. She fell for the bait when Low-Down’ s partner, posing as his cousin, asked her out on a date. He got her drunk and took her back to her house and was fucking the shit out of her, when Low-Down and one of his partners kicked the door down and pistol-whipped both of them as a decoy; demanding the money and dope. Fat Freida knew she had to be bow down after she realized that it wasn’ t any way to get out of her slip up. It was definitely going to be hard to swallow, especially the fact that Big Reesha had fronted her the other half of what she bought. Low-Down’s partner played it off so smooth, that he finished fucking the shit out of her after the lick was executed. Fat Freida was just happy to still be alive and getting some dick at the same time.

It wasn’t until the next morning, after the liquor wore off, that she would feel the reality of the situation donning down on her. After she passed out, he clipped her for her jewelry, laughing on the way out of the door. He felt the few bruises and knots that he accumulated during the ordeal was well worth the sum total that he was in store for. Fat Freida was so ashamed of herself, that she didn’t go anywhere or see anyone, while trying her best to heal her wounds. She didn’t answer her phone for two days, and Big Reesha sensed that something wasn’t right. She decided to go to her house and could tell when she saw the door, that a jack had taken place. The temporary botched job on the forced entry revealed that a serious problem had occurred. Big Reesha kicked the botched door open wide, to discover her friend looking distraught and silly as hell.

What the fuck is going on? It didn’t take her long to figure it out. You ain’t even got to say nothing. You feel for the okey-dokey bitch? Big Reesha was disappointed, that she wouldn’t allow herself to feel sorry. She was just starting to be proud of Fat Freida, again, after her ex-boyfriend cleared her bank account, leaving her with a nervous breakdown and severe depression. He had already got her fired from her last job, from having her steal money out of the cash register. Big Reesha had already jumped in the fast lane, and was helping all of her friends. So, she decided to ride along on the train. Big Reesha tried to explain to her entire circle, that anytime that any of them dealt outside of the click, it was certainly a risk that couldn’t never be taken lightly. After explaining over, and over, and over again, you would have though they would fall victim to the circumstances created by those who though taking from others was the quickest and easiest route. Fat Freida began crying more because she had disappointed her friend, than from the blows of Jacker’s guns.

This is your life that you’re fucking around with girl, I told you that you would be a target and you didn’t listen did you? Big Reesha was frustrated! Fat Freida nodded her head in agreement and needed and expected her friend to show some sympathy. Right then, Big Reesha hauled off, with a vicious backhand smack that reminded Fat Freida who she was dealing with.

If I take this shit lightly, then you won’t understand the importance of what I keep explaining to you. You understand? she yelled. Freida had to suck up her pride, and accept the punishment in agreement.

You right girl, I needed my whole entire ass kicked! Fat Freida admitted busting out crying loudly, not expecting any sympathy. Big Reesha finally showed just a little, patting her on her back gently, slightly feeling guilty about the slap.

I need you to explain to me exactly what happened, because I don’t need this shit to become contagious and motherfuckers think Big Reesha is starting to tolerate any bullshit. I haven’t cracked a motherfuckas head in almost a year, and usually that’s when some bullshit always surface. Your ass is going to he hands on when I deliver this punishment on they ass. It’s time you learn how to make a son of a bitch pay the piper. Fat Freida told Big Reesha how the whole occasion went about. It was obvious to Big Reesha that Fat Freida didn’t even suspect Low-Down, or his partner, or so-called cousin to even be considered the one’s who put it all together.

Let me ask you something, who do you think did it? She asked Fat Freida.

I’m not really sure. A couple of people came to mind. But, I can’t tell for certain, she mumbled being truthful.

You sucka for love ass bitch. So, you mean to tell me that, Low-Down and the so-called cousin, never crossed your mind? She asked looking at her with disgust. It just registered to Fat Freida, how they smoothly set her up. She just dropped her head in embarrassment.

I bet you, if you call either one of them motherfuckas, they won’t even answer the phone and if they would; they wouldn’t bring their asses over here. Try it!

Big Reesha demanded. Freida dialed both numbers to get nothing but ringtones on each phone.

"You need to tell me, all you know, about each one of them niggas, because they ain’t getting away with this shit. I don’t give a damn if you have to draw me a picture of the other motherfucka.

I already know what Low-Down’s tore from the floor looking ass look like. I just been laying a moment like this. I got all kinds of new shit, that’ll tear a motherfucker’s ass out the frame. Big Reesha promised, getting hyped, rocking back in forth; gyrating her body. She was gamed for the funk, but the money had her totally pissed off. Fat Freida was flinching anytime that she got near her. Big Reesha sometimes didn’t like her intimidation of others, because deep down inside she had a good heart and everyone that knew her would agree. In order to survive in Kansas City (also known as Killa City). You could never just be all so generous. Time taught her that she had to keep her guards up, in the town that was very unpredictable. The news just revealed that 4 bodies laid to rest over the weekend. All gunshot homicides. Alvin Brooks a local activist publicized that there were suspects in two of the homicides, but the other two, they didn’t have a clue. It was rarely a weekend that went by, that didn’t present him with an opportunity to announce, the savageness of the town would speed up before it would slow down. The Call paper, had obituaries for the local missed, and loved ones. Some thought it was ridiculous, while some adapted to the kill or be killed mentality. People could two different blocks taped off, before they got to the party, and go right ahead without any hesitation, partying their asses off the rest of the night. Some families would scream all night at the surprise and reality that death had struck someone close once again.

Fat Freida promised she would have half of Reesha’s money, by the end of the night. Big Reesha wanted her money, but she wanted blood more than anything else.

Chapter Two

Big Reesha called all her partners over for a meeting in the basement of her soul food restaurant. No one was to be absent for this one. It would be a learning experience for some and an opportunity to bust heads for others.

Eight gangsters united at the restaurant that Big Reesha was beginning to make famous around town. The great smell of the soul food still lingered in the air as they gathered around a long table. Big Reesha was standing at the end and demanded all of their attention. There were four heavyset women and two men.

Honey what is the real damn deal? Pappy asked. He was a sissy, that always talked loud and boldly. He was all the way feminine, from the way he: walked, talked, and dressed. But you would be a damn fool to think a sissy was all that he was. He was a straight up killa.

If you let me talk hot ass, you would find out. Big Reesha yelled. Everyone started laughing except Fat Freida who was embarrassed, knowing that everything was about to be revealed.

Don’t let me read, write, and execute your fat ass Reesha. I’m a punk, but not that kind of a punk! Pappy said refusing to lose while snapping his frail fingers. Pappy was about 5’10 and weighed about lOOlbs, soak and wet. Rumor was that he had AIDS, but that circulated ten years ago and the punk was still going strong. With a pink Versace outfit on, he always dressed to impress and kept everybody laughing. To top it all off, he had a blonde Mohawk with finger waves going down the side. He was a handful and everybody loved him.

Shut the fuck up! This is serious business! Now listen up, demanded Big Reesha, pounding the table with her big fist. She had on some size 48 Levi’ s with a button down, with a T-shirt underneath. On her waistline, was a chrome Desert Eagle, that her 6’3, four hundred and thirteen pound frame could handle like a .22. She had her brim cocked, acedeuce. She looked good in anything she wore, but it was evident that today somebody could be facing that .50 caliber barrel.

Now listen up closely. Y’all know that I love y’all to death, right? Big Reesha asked seriously.

Without a question, said some with others nodding in firm agreement.

We have a motherfuckin’ problem! Big Reesha yelled. Do you hear me? A mother-fuckin’ problem! Now, I love y’all like family, and when somebody fuck with one y’all, that’s no different than fucking with me. " She pulled out the Desert Eagle, to emphasize her point.

This problem here concerns my dear friend, Freida. Everyone looked at Freida with concern and was wondering why she was swollen in certain places. Big Reesha called for order, before the could ask her about it. She slid in at the last minute to avoid the question, but knew that she had to be present.

I know y’all are noticing the damage done to her face and head, and is wondering what in the hell happened. That’s why I called this meeting. Freida you don’t have to be ashamed. We all make mistakes, and if any of you here don’t get ya’ black asses out of here, right now! Big Reesha insisted. Big Rob the enforcer was at full attention, knowing it was a serious problem. He was 6’7. 275lbs of full muscle. He began looking, from Fat Freida to Big Reesha, wondering what it was leading up to. It was obvious that drama was unfolding. He had a fully loaded, stainless steel, AR-15 under the table, with a collapsible stock. He never minded it. Big Rob was Big Reesha’s nephew, and Big Reesha took care of him since he was only eight years old; when her brother and his father got killed. He was one person that she knew for sure was loyal to her, and he lover her like a aunty, mother, and father since she never knew his mother and his father was dead. Big Reesha spoiled him, but made sure that nothing was soft about him. To her, it wasn’ t nothing worse than a big ol’ soft bitch, or nigga, and she wasn’t about to let her nephew play that role. In the past, he would just simply knock motherfucka’s out for getting out of line. His size and power, one day, makes one cat determine from the beginning, that he wasn’t about to take no chances with the big youngster and shot him in the leg twice with a .380.

He was so scared when he did it, that he had his eyes closed when he was shooting. The gun blast left Big Rob with a major loss of blood, almost killing him; but he eventually pulled through. The damage left him with a permanent limp. The poor fellow that did it didn’t make it to the end of the year, and the shooting happened in December. Rumors say that Big Reesha struck him down