In the time since Jimmy shot that geezer in the restaurant, we never looked back—except for maybe looking over our shoulders to see who was gunning for us. Word got out right quick that we were making a move against Kelly and the Five Points Gang, and for a time it looked like as if everyone was after us—from the last of Monk Eastman’s rubes, to the newest of Kelly’s guinea gophers fresh off the boat from Palermo. We weren’t nothing more than a nickel and dime crew–barely a dozen of us in total–but we made sure not to take no guff from no one. We fought hard, and we played hard; and there was never no shortage of girls we could have if we wanted. If they didn’t wanna give it to us, Jimmy wasn’t shy about taking what he wanted from them. I’d rather pay a girl her two bucks and have her pretend she liked me than have her screa…
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