Spaghetti
rammed the barrel of his Webley revolver into the terrified man’s mouth. The few afternoon pedestrians, mostly out
searching for scarce food, knew to turn back or cross the road, eyes averted.
“You
piece of Irish crap,” Spaghetti hissed. “You dare to come into the Family’s
patch without asking permission. Next time, your bullet won’t miss. You
understand?”
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