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The boy returned, out of breath. “Mrs. Chen’s okay. Her grandson had a flat tire.”

Bumpy laughed. “Or else what? You gonna send me to jail? I got the mayor in my pocket. You gonna kill me? Three of your button men tried last month. They swimming in the East River.”

A boy, no older than twelve, tugged his sleeve. “Mr. Bumpy, they say you a ghost. But ghosts ain’t real. You real?” El padrino de Harlem Temporada 1 -2019- 1-10.pa...

The boy ran.

“I’m teaching him. The Italians got the heroin. The cops got the badges. But we got the block. Every kid is a spy, every old lady a lookout. That’s how we win.” The boy returned, out of breath

Bumpy knelt down. “Boy, you see this suit? $600. You see these hands? They held a queen’s hand in Cuba. And you see this street? It’s crying. You hear it?”

The Italians exchanged glances.

Bumpy stepped closer, voice soft. “Tell Mr. Genovese that Harlem ain’t a neighborhood. It’s a heart. And you don’t own someone’s heart. You just borrow it until it breaks you.”