I Am Not A Gangster

''I am not a gangster,'' I spat. ''I''m a businessman trying to make a hard-earned crust. Understood?''

I didn''t give him time to reply. I took the barrel out of his mouth and smashed him in the face with the butt. His lip split, but he wasn''t a dead man. He seemed to appreciate that his life had been spared.

He spluttered his thanks: ''Ok, you’re not a gangster. You are not a gangster.''

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