Wrath
he said.
Nitro and K-9 were quiet, but they stood next to Weasel as they watched Pusher and Jake intently. He twisted the knife with his fingers so the blade was pointing downwards. In one quick motion, Jake had the knife between Pusher’s legs. Bright, red blood spurted across the man’s lap and he screamed loudly, his chest heaving.
“Fuck,” Nitro whispered, his hands covering his balls. The knife was still impaled in the wooden surface of the chair, the blade going through one of Pusher’s testicles.