The gangster and the pianist
The man let go and fell, still smiling, with blood dripping from his mouth.
"You sicko!" Túlio spat on him. He looked around and saw about fifty people watching the fight. At the beginning of the street, he saw his car arrive; Gringo had been quick to locate him and find out everything. Surely, one of his contacts had informed him, and he came running.
"I'm the sicko, of course, but I didn't rape your girl," Jânio said, spitting blood at Túlio's feet before getting up.
Everything around Túlio became blurry. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.
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