He only had a couple of shots left.
The courier was lying there in that shallow grave, bleeding and motionless, and those disgusting Khans had moved forward, hunger in their eyes. The dead woman had been easy on the eyes but one hell of a fighter; too resistant to any advances the thugs had made before her lead salad. But now she was docile, unable to fight back, and the blonde one wanted a turn with her. To teach that bitch a lesson.
What lesson she could possibly learn was beyond him, but he wasn't in a position to argue. Even if he used the last few bullets left to take these finks down, he would face retribution from the Khans. Not a good start for the future leader of Vegas.
And so he lit another cigarette and stood by the tree, trying to block out the grunts and comments, ignoring that the men he was traveling with were raping a corpse. It didn't matter that she was beautiful. It didn't matter that she had given them trouble. It didn't fucking matter that she was so goddamn tight.
He had shot and killed an innocent woman. And now he was letting two punks desecrate her corpse.
"Hey, that's enough! We've gotta fill this grave and scram before daylight," He snapped at his companions, both men looking up and snorting before zipping their pants.
"Fair enough. We were done here anyway."
The duo rained dirt upon their victim, the ringleader only speaking up when the others were done.
"Why couldn't you have screwed her when she was alive?"
The Khans glanced at each other, then back to him. The blonde one spoke again. "Don't take me for some corpse-fucker. She's still alive. Not for long with all that blood though."
Still alive after being shot in the head? This wasn't right. He needed to go back down there, end her suffering. Or drop her off at a doctor, see if she could be saved. She was no threat, and no one deserved the hell he had subjected her to. In the end, it made no difference. Every moment he spent thinking was another she spent bleeding out. By the time he dug her back up, she would be dead. Best to move on, focus on the future.
For the first time in his life, Benny walked away.