"You won't get away with this," Charlie said, her eyes silently appealing for help.
"Oh yes I will and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me," Pee Wee confidently stated.
Charlie weighed her chances of being able to toss one of the Molotov bottles at him before he shot her, and they weren't great, especially with the newest factor to take into account. She now regretted her inability to tell Joey the truth, because unless she could somehow appeal her way out of this, she would never have the chance to tell Joey or even to see her again.
"I'm going to enjoy silencing you before I put a bullet between your eyes," he said.
"A bullet will silence me, so why are you waiting?" she dared him.
"Oh, I have a far more enjoyable way of silencing you first," he said with an ugly leer. "A cop on her knees with my cock in her mouth is my favourite kind of cop. Silent, except for her groans letting me know how much she's enjoying it." He laughed as he unzipped his fly. "Now prepare to be silenced."
"Are you really going to just stand there and let this happen?" Charlie asked, her voice and eyes almost pleading now.
"Damn right I am," he said.
"I wasn't talking to you," Charlie said. "I was talking to Watson."
"Oh for fuck's sake, shut the fuck up about that dumb cunt."
"Who's the dumb cunt?" a voice said from behind Pee Wee. He spun around and found himself face-to-face with Watson's gun.
Joey arrived at the tree line. They hadn't really specified an exact spot, but a look to her left, then to her right, showed no sign of Charlie in the fading light. Joey glanced at her watch. Charlie should be here by now, unless she had been forced to take detours to avoid the cops as well, and so she could still be on her way here. As soon as she thought that, Joey was shaking her head, doubting that Charlie would deliberately avoid the cops like that, since she'd been hoping for their arrival. She sighed heavily. Maybe she herself should have stopped one of those cop cars instead of hiding, but it was a natural instinct of hers to run in the opposite direction, and she also couldn't afford to waste time explaining everything to them, not when Charlie was out here somewhere.
Was that Charlie's voice she just heard? Joey cocked her ear, trying to hear it again. There is was. In the bushes. The darkened bushes. Fuck. Then another thought occurred. If she could hear Charlie's voice, she had to be talking to someone else. Fuck. Joey tried to gauge in which direction Charlie was, which was difficult with all the other noises and the way in which Charlie's voice sounded muffled through the dense bush. Taking a shot, she darted into the bushes, hoping like hell that Charlie wasn't in danger.
Pee Wee glared at Watson. "Oh, you really are here," he mumbled.
"Yeah, and I heard what you said about how much I like taking three cocks at once," said Watson. "I guess when you have a tiny dick, you really do need the help of others."
Despite the situation, Charlie couldn't help but have a silent snigger at that as she planned to use the distraction to her advantage.
"And honestly, yours must be so small since I didn't feel a thing," she said. "Then again, we both know that you with any woman occurs more in your dreams, than in reality, and it sure as hell is only in your dreams that you'd ever have any shot with me, you dickless wanker."
"Bitch," he muttered. He'd always hated her, and he hated her even more right now, and if she so much as flinched, he'd happily take her out permanently, with or without permission from Heath.
"You look like shit," Watson smirked at Pee Wee. "Been letting a bunch of girls beat you up, have we?"
"Fuck you bitch."
"I thought we already agreed that was only ever possible in your dreams," she said. "Don't even think about it, Charlie," Watson then warned when she saw Charlie raise her hand. "Drop the bottles."
Charlie hesitated, but under the unwavering stance from her former partner, she reluctantly placed the bottles on the ground.
"What the hell are you doing here?" sneered Pee Wee in an effort to regain control of the situation.
"What I set out to do," replied Watson.
"You fucked that up."
"Neither of us are in any position to gloat over the others failures," Watson said.
"Yeah, but you're not so tough now that you've been undressed for what you really are," Pee Wee said. "No shiny uniform to make you feel special." He ran his eyes up the length of her body with a condescending sneer. "Definitely not so special in that get up."
Charlie had to agree. Watson had changed her appearance, and her new look really did nothing for her, but as it appeared no one had connected her to the image being flashed everywhere, it must be proving effective, which probably counted for more than whether she looked pretty or not.
"Just get out of here," Pee Wee ordered.
"No."
"This is my score, not yours," he asserted. "I was here first, so let me finish what I started."
"Watson, you know exactly what he intends to do to me," Charlie said, appealing directly to her. "As a fellow woman, are you really going to let that happen?"
An hour ago, Charlie would have loved nothing better than to have decked Watson before slapping the cuffs on her, yet at this moment, this woman that she loathed, may very well be her only way out of this. If only Charlie could appeal to the woman in her.
"Damn it," Joey muttered when she stumbled over some sticks. She had somehow gotten herself turned around in here, and the voices were now behind her. She hated the fucking bush, she muttered as she headed off in what she now hoped was the right direction.
It was only a few nights ago that Watson had found herself in a similar situation, where a woman was about to be raped, and she was the only one in a position to save her from it. Watson genuinely hated any man who abused a woman, only this time, she was conflicted. Charlie had to die, that's why she'd headed straight here after Steph had learned of their location, and relayed it to her. Even knowing the cops were all over the place, she'd still entered this town. It was a massive risk on her part, yet the risk of doing nothing had been greater. After her earlier fuck ups, the only way she could hope to ever walk away from all of this without a target being placed on her back, was to complete her job by taking out Charlie and Joey. That's why she took the risk in coming here, that's why luck had played in her favour when she'd spotted Tegan's car and followed her to where Charlie and Joey had been hiding. She'd sat and watched the scene play out before her, wincing with the increasing noise they'd made, but choosing not to enter the shit fight in case the cops arrived. Then luck struck again, when she saw Pee Wee sprinting after someone, so she'd followed him, and that's why she was in this position now, because she had taken the risks and because she knew this was her only option. She couldn't waver now, not when one of her targets was right here in front of her. So what if Pee Wee toyed with Charlie first, it's not as if the woman would live long enough afterward to be able to wallow in her suffering. Besides, if she intervened in any way to stop him, Pee Wee would go squealing to Brax, but if she were to allow Pee Wee to do as he pleased with Charlie, then Pee Wee would have nothing to complain about. She was here to see it get done, so it wasn't a total failure on her part. It was a win-win for her really, especially if she were the one to then get to Joey first. All she had to do was look the other way while Pee Wee had his fun, and since Watson really did value her own life more than anything, she lowered her gun, and nodded to Pee Wee. His face was one of pure gloating and depravity as he turned his attention back to Charlie.
"I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky," Joey sang, then stopped herself when she realised what she was doing. "Oh god, I'm singing Kylie, please kill me now."
"Ok," a voice said to her left and the impact of Tegan crashing into her, sent Joey windmilling against a tree. The breath temporarily knocked out of her, she was unable to stop the blow to her jaw from the furious blonde's fist. She went down hard.