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setups. The bar girl's taunts had left their adolescent vanity prickly. Paulie Gatto,
leaning against the fender of his car, called out to them with a teasing laugh, "Hey,
Casanova, those broads really brushed you off."
The two young men turned on him with delight. Paulie Gatto looked like a
Perfect outlet for their humiliation. Ferret-faced, short, slightly built and a wise
Guy in the bargain. They pounced on him eagerly and immediately found their
Arms pinned by two men grabbing them from behind. At the same moment Paulie
Gatto had slipped onto his right hand a specially made set of brass knuckles
Studded with one-sixteenth-inch iron spikes. His timing was good, he worked out
In the gym three times a week. He smashed the punk named Wagner right on the
Nose. The man holding Wagner lifted him up off the ground and Paulie swung his
Arm, uppercutting into the perfectly positioned groin. Wagner went limp and the
Big man dropped him. This had taken no more than six seconds.
Now both of them turned their attention to Kevin Moonan, who was trying to
Shout. The man holding him from behind did so easily with one huge muscled
arm. The other hand he put around Moonan's throat to cut off any sound.
Paulie Gatto jumped into the car and started the motor. The two big men were
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