Chapter 30

B.I.T.C.H.

Brittany, I’esha, Tamekia, Charika, and Helen.

Brittany was twenty-nine years old but looked twenty. She graduated from Harvard Medical with honors. She was legally Dr. Brittany Samantha Rodriguez. She was now going to Stanford Medical to study surgery.

When T-money met Brittany she was fifteen and being raped by her father. She was traded by her father several times for a hit. Once T-money caught word of the trade weeks later he disappeared. He found Brittany’s home and had a talk with her. He put her in a study group and when she turned sixteen she took her GED. After passing she began college at the age of seventeen and worked to get a high school diploma.

She earned a scholarship to Harvard.

T-money put up what he would have spent on her education and when she graduated she saw the money and decided to go back to school.

Brittany’s father was a disgraced police officer which made T-money put her in a self-defense class in case he tried anything.

Brittany hated men and was a proud lesbian.

She was 5’8 and weighed 145 pounds. She had light brown hair and blue eyes with a killer body. She was white and Mexican, spoke both Spanish and English though you’d never know it. Brittany looked innocent, but she was a stone cold killer.

I’esha was twenty-six; her mother was black and her father was African. She was dark with short black hair. Her body was over-developed for her tall skinny frame.

Thanks to T-money, she was a lawyer.

After graduating, she quit school and lived off the money she made working for T-money and what was saved for her while she was in college.

The first time she killed, it was a man who attempted to rape her. After almost going away for life and studying the law around murder she found something she liked. She decided to study law mainly because she knew she liked killing.

Tamekia was twenty-four, black and Pilipino. And it only took one look to realize what she was mixed with. She was a language major and she’d been in the army; she joined after she received her B.A. in world communications.

She let her school money gain interest while she was in the service. When she returned home from the service, she decided on a quiet life as an interpreter for the courts. But she loved the feel of a gun and using it.

Tamekia was a bad bitch and could pull off either straight black or Pilipino.

At twenty-two, Charika was the baby of the bunch. She was a black girl from East Palo Alto.

After barely graduating high school, she moved in with an abusive boyfriend turned pimp. After some time in a drug addicted haze, she met T-money and sobered up enough to enroll in college.

She earned an A.A. in science, and she loved chemistry.

At twenty-two, she was trying to be a pharmacist, or a chemist depending on the next boy she met.

She watched her brother kill himself and her parents overdose.

Her heart froze over years ago.

And then there was Helen.

Helen was just plain crazy; she was anywhere from twenty-five to thirty-five. No one knew, and she wasn’t telling.

Helen was your average white girl with big breasts. She was very likeable, and you’d think she liked you, but she could flip in a matter of seconds. Her brown eyes would turn red, and she’d snap.

Helen was fascinated with death and dead bodies. She aspired to be a pathologist but could not get the school front together. She’d been in and out of school for at least eight years, yet she only had her B.S., according to her.

She was also a pathological liar.

And that was B.I.T.C.H.

T-money stole the idea from Charlie’s Angels. He had men who’d kill for him, some that were specialists. Assassins if you will. T-money was an equal opportunity employer and decided many of his enemies would never suspect he’d send a woman to do a man’s job.

It took him a few years and several million before B.I.T.C.H. was born.

He sent them on their first mission four years ago. They took out a Columbian drug lord who was trying to get over on T-money. T-money sent them as a ‘thank you.’ After B.I.T.C.H. was through, what happened to them was never known.

B.I.T.C.H. was a success. They were his babies, and he loved them. Women were loyal, not men. T-money sometimes wondered where the comparison of men and dogs came from.

T-money only used B.I.T.C.H. when it was important, and he wanted secrecy on top of success.

Them hoes were spies if there ever were any.

They never failed him and could get the president if they had to. T-money knew with them he’d have success; his only problem this time was he’d sent Janell with them.

He made sure he’d told B.I.T.C.H. to bring her home safe at all costs. He knew they would; they were B.I.T.C.H.