Chapter 20:

"Do you realize that you're making the biggest fucking mistake of your life?" Katrina asked with a smirk as she slowly lowered herself to her knees. She studied the gun held in front of her face and grinned.

"I think you're the one making the mistake, bitch," Grumpy snarled. He hit her in the face with the gun, knocking her backwards. "Now pull my pants down and get on with it. And I don't want an average blowjob. You'd better be the best I've ever had, or your brains will be all over this fucking mud."

Katrina pursed her lips and shrugged, not wanting to show him how much her jaw hurt. "Fine. Just remember, you asked for it."

"You'd better not bite me, either."

"I won't."

His penis was already hard as he pulled it out of his pants. Katrina made a face and then smirked. Her hand reached for her knife. In one quick sweep, she pulled it out and cut Grumpy's penis completely off. It fell to the dirt with a soft thumping sound.

Grumpy began to shriek in pain, the sound was so high pitched it was like the screams of a girl. Katrina stood up and kicked the body part away before kicking the young man in the wound. He fell to the ground, still shrieking. She moved behind him and dug the knife into his throat.

"Shut the fuck up," she whispered, "or I'll cut off your fucking head." He whimpered, but was otherwise silent. Katrina began to laugh. "Stupid mother fucker. Next time don't use a gun that doesn't even have a fucking trigger." She kicked the broken weapon, sending it tumbling into the bushes. "Now that wasn't your average blowjob, was it?" She pushed the knife harder against his throat, cutting the skin. "Say it was the best blow you've ever gotten."

Before he could say anything, the sounds of feet running echoed beside the buildings. Katrina's eyes narrowed as she heard the other three gangsters shouting to each other, obviously drawn by Grumpy's screams. Cursing under her breath, she forced the whimpering man up and around the side of a building. "Where the fuck are you, Bo?" she mumbled, kicking Grumpy in the side of the leg to hurry him along. She heard shouts as the other boys found the penis.

"For fuck's sake."

"Split up," she heard Bullet shout. Shoes began pounding away.

Katrina had just pushed Grumpy around to the front of the store when Killer stepped in front of her.

"What the . . ." he began, staring in horror at Grumpy.

She leaped at him as he pulled out his gun. In horror, she noticed that this one didn't seem to be broken in any way. He was quicker than she, however, and aimed the gun at her chest.

"You fucking bitch," Killer said.

The sound of a gunshot rang through the air.

Katrina screamed, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Don't be such a pussy," Bo said as he strode up clutching his shotgun.

She opened her eyes to see Killer facedown on the ground, blood pooling around his head. Grumpy was slumped against the corner of the building, wheezing and gasping.

"What the fuck happened to this one?" Bo asked.

"I cut his pecker off," Katrina answered. "Fucker tried to make me give him head. Used a broken fucking gun to try and force me, too."

"Did he, now?" Bo's eyes glinted with malice as he regarded the sobbing man before him.

Lester came around the corner, gripping his new bowie knife with a grin. "Want me to take this 'un to Vince?" he asked, nudging Killer's head with his foot.

Bo nodded. "Yup. Kitty Kat and I are going to go take care of the other two fuckers." He pointed to Grumpy. "And take this one up to the house and tie him up. We're going to have some fun with him. Seems like he enjoys tryin' to stick shit in pretty mouths that he shouldn't."

Lester raised an eyebrow. "Is that right? Well I know just what to do with him." He cackled and brought a piece of rope from his pocket, tying Grumpy's hands together. "Get up, y' piece of shit. Grab your friend there and start pullin'."

"Now, Kitty Kat, let's go hunting, as you so nicely put it," Bo said, taking the girl by the arm.

"Sounds like they're heading back for the gas station," Katrina said only seconds later.

"I'll meet up with 'em there," Bo told her, handing her the shotgun. "Keep hidden, but keep an eye out on what's goin' on."

She nodded and crouched behind a yellow truck, keeping her gaze on Bo. He strode up to Spooky and Bullet, asking them what was going on.

"We need a hospital. Our homeboy's been . . ." Spooky began, but lost the courage to say it.

"Some bitch sliced him up," Bullet said.

Katrina could not hear Bo's reply, but she could tell the two men didn't like what he said. Spooky shook his head, while Bullet looked as if he were about to have a tantrum. The conversation grew heated, with everyone talking at once.

"Fuck you and this hillbilly fucking town," Bullet said finally, shoving Bo hard in the chest. "Come on, Spooky, let's find Killer and Grumpy and get the fuck out of here."

The two men began to walk away. Katrina stood up slowly and moved out of her hiding place, shotgun in hand. "Hello boys," she said with a smile.

Spooky's arm flailed out to keep Bullet from stepping forward.

"You fucking bitch," Bullet shouted.

Katrina grinned as Bo drew his knife and advanced on the young men.

"What's so fucking funny?" Bullet spat.

"This . . ." she answered, pulling the trigger.

Spooky let out a hoarse cry and fell to the ground, covered in blood. Bullet leaped backward, shouting in horror. He glanced up at Katrina, who was reloading the gun, and caught sight of Bo with the knife in his hand.

He began to shake. "F . . . f . . . fuck."

Katrina watched in disgust as urine pooled around the terrified teen. "For fuck's sake, Bo, this one's pissed himself," she laughed.

"Pussy ass bastard," Bo said just before slicing Bullet's throat.