Two of them approached near bonnet and kicked it. One of them sneaked inside the car with beer bottle in his hand. Mercenary was annoyed to see them while Joey had no idea what was happening.

"Nice car! HAHA!" one of them yelled, "I want it."

Then the drunken man pulled out his revolver from his waist.

One of them even urinated on the window pane when rest of them broke into laughter.

"Get out of this car." one of them yelled, "This is ours now."

"Do something." Joey pushed the hired killer.

One goon pulled the door and pulled Joel out with ease. His head hit on hard paved street.

"Give them what you want." Mercenary came out of there and whispered in Joey's ears.

"I need to get to my house!"

"You can also take a cab. Now shut your mouth and make no trouble." He suggested.

They watched all of those goons get inside the car. The one without shirt on driving seat looked at them.

"Move away faggots!" he roared at them.

"Do as they say. They aren’t to be messed with." Joey was again whispered.

Joey turned back to walk.

He heard gun roar out of nowhere. When he fell down on his knees with sudden pain within him then he realized he was shot on waist.

Joey roared in pain.

Those men were about to shoot the hired gun too but the killer pulled out his own gun and fired at the car.

Goons looked scared because their adversary also had gun with them.

For some reason, they opted to drive away and the killer didn’t even waste another bullet.

He looked down and watched Joey lurching in pain drenched in blood.

The pace in which he was losing blood was fatal. The blood loss could kill him in an hour. It meant he was going to lose his consciousness in not more than twenty minutes. And the pain.

He couldn’t bear the pain.

Joey roared in pain as he felt numb below the waist. He bellowed at killer, "Do something. Take me to medical facility."

"Sorry. I cannot do it. I am a hired killer and about every cop in Portland knows how I look like. If I take you to hospital then I will be caught."

"You can't do it. Do as I say. I paid you to take me to my home."

Killer started to walk away.

"Wait! Call someone. I will die like this."

But the killer didn’t even look back and disappeared from end of road.