Chapter 27: a Body Bag

Marco

With one arm pressed tightly against my bleeding wound, I clench my teeth in pain, firing two precise shots at the speeding motorcycle approaching me. The third shot finds its mark, sending the bike crashing to the ground and its helmeted rider sprawling.

The bike chimes aggressively as the wheels roll in the air. I quickly duck behind my car, narrowly avoiding a hail of bullets aimed my way as I fire another shot.

Amidst the chaos, a desperate plea reaches my ears,

“How much were you paid? I'll give you triple, just let me go.”

I hesitate, my heart pounding. I'm not sure of the identity of my victim.

I cautiously approach the fallen rider, nudging aside the discarded weapon with my foot.

Standing over the quivering body, I keep my gun aimed steadily at him. The man beneath me looks like he's been sufficiently neutralized by the gunshot wounds.

“How much can you afford?” I inquire, a cruel glint in my eyes. I tug at the victim's leg, causing fresh crimson to spurt from the w