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The gangster followed her in, the curtain fell back behind them, blocking the view from the outside.

There was a dead man on the floor with the top of his head blown off. Blood and brains leaked out onto the soft carpet of the room. Directly in front of her was Willy, sobbing into his hands. A woman had him wrapped in a hug.

To Eva's left was a very large man, thick through arms and shoulders, heavy at his chest and stomach. A woman lay on top of him, but was thrown off as he sprung to his feet with lithe quickness.

The gangster was frozen on the spot, surprised by the scene. His hand had disappeared into his pocket for his switchblade, but he never got it. Chotto wrung him around the neck, throwing him bodily against the wall. The gangster was easily two hundred pounds lighter and provided no resistance. He hit it loudly, and thumped to the ground.

The switchblade was in his hand now, and he swung it feebly at Chotto, who kicked the knife from his hand, and then crushed the gangster's trachea with his heel.

"Who the fuck are you?" Chotto demanded of Eva as the gangster spasmed behind him, gasping out his last moments into the floor.