Devrim pressed the glowing cigarette bud against the table as he leaned forward in his seat. A soft hiss from the embers extinguished. He let go of the square and leaned back again. Looking to the others in front of him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"So, do we have a deal?"</span>His voice was low and serious. The three men before him glanced to each other before looking back over to Devrim. There was a short man with a handle bar mustache. He wore shades indoors as if he were an actor in a movie. His name was Abraham Johnson. The owner of a restaurant by day, he ran weapons through the city by night. The men next to him were Gabriel Herrera and Elijah Rousseau.They ran drugs and took cars from the street. Abraham spoke up as they all began to stand.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"As long as you can deliver, friend. I don't see why not."</span>Devrim smiled toward Abraham and nodded. They began to filter out of the room as two men that stood hidden in the corners of the room came up beside Devrim. These were his guards, hanging around him quietly and keeping him safe. They made their way out of the room and toward the back of the building. There was music playing although heavily muffled from the walls and windows around the building. This place was a large club, and it seemed it was a busy night. One of the men opened the back door for Devrim as he stepped out and that's when Devrim heard something. The sounds of something hitting the side of a metal wall of sorts. Devrim looked over and saw a man and woman up against a garage door. Devrim wasn't one to get in between two people having an intimate moment and as he turned around he heard a small<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"No-"</span>leave the woman's lips. Devrim whipped back around and called out.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Hey." </span>He said, and the man seemed to notice the three men stepping out of a building. A panicked expression crossing his face as he realized his dilemma. He turned and Devrim nodded his head towards the man. The two men beside him took off running as the assaulter looked for a way out of the alley. The three disappeared around a corner and Devrim stepped toward the woman, but kept his distance in case she decided to lash out toward him in this moment of desperation.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Hey, you're okay now..." </span>He noticed her shirt had been badly torn and sighed softly. It wasn't fit for a woman to be in such a state. Devrim took off his coat, which matched the grey pants he wore. There was a soft wind blowing, but Devrim didn't mind it. His shirt's sleeves rolled up and a watch on his left wrist.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Here."</span>He said in a hushed tone as she took it from his hands and put it on.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Do you know the man?"</span>She didn't say anything, just shook her head. Devrim nodded. That would make it easier.<br/><br/>The man had a cloth wrapped around his mouth and some cloth stuffed down his mouth, blood running from his head and his left eye now swollen so much it was closed. The guards dragged him by his knees, which were now bleeding from the pebbles and jagged rocks scattered along the alley. He mumbled something behind the gag and Devrim put a hand up to silence him. He didn't get the message and one of the guards grabbed his hair, pulling it back and staring into the beaten man's eyes.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Shh." </span>He said and Devrim turned to the beaten man.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Do you know this woman?"</span>The beaten man tried to speak and Devrim's hand lashed out, hitting him in the swollen eye. A groan of pain crept through the cloth.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Nod or shake your head."</span>The man shook his head. Devrim motioned a finger up and they pulled him to his feet.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Stretch your leg."</span>The beaten man quietly did as he was told. Devrim glanced at the woman and then back at the man before bringing his leg up and slammed his kneecap. A sickening snapping sound filled the air and the man began crying.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Are you in pain? How unfortunate."</span>The man's lower leg limply hung, the bone separated from his femur.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"You ran with these legs, after attacking this woman. You won't be running anymore."</span>And with that, the other guard forcefully extended the other leg and Devrim kicked in the kneecap. Another scream of pain muffled behind the gag.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"You used these hands to tear her shirt."</span>The guards forced him forward and extended his arms, holding his face a few inches from the ground. The tears dripping off his face, but this meant nothing to Devrim. Not from scum like him. He told the guards to break his elbows and they did so without hesitation.<br/><br/>Devrim turned to the woman as the guards dropped the body against the ground. He couldn't move, and couldn't even scream. Devrim held his hand out and a gun was placed in it. Accompanied with a suppressor.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"I've brought your attacker down and now offer you the choice to finish his miserable existence. Or let him live on, and eventually die in a hospital strapped to an IV. The choice is yours, but making the choice know this...I can give you this same power. I can teach you how to make sure this never happens again. You won't struggle for money, you'll have a place to live. A family that would make sure all your enemies are delivered this same fate. So tell me. What do you choose?"</span>As he let the words sink in, he held the handle of the silenced gun out to her. The barrel pointed away from him, and toward the man on the road groveling.