Free Man Of Steel by Jordan Silver

scattered here and there. There was a safe house
for those severe cases when we were dealing with an especially vicious asshole who was set on total destruction.
      There was a bike shop where some of the
guys were getting a business off the ground, a repair shop, a gaming hall and a
few that needed to be kept under wraps from my former colleagues. I had no
problem whatsoever with that shit, I’d seen first hand how much the system
didn’t always work, and where the holes were that needed patching.
    With that in
mind I’d been the one to spearhead our little operation here when it came to
security and our weapons cache. Everything was registered according to the law,
well that’s my story anyway, what the fuck. I have a daughter to protect
there’s no way I’m leaving that shit in anyone else’s hands. If the law doesn’t
want their criminal element being taken out by vigilante justice then they
should keep their asses off the streets among decent
citizens. If they’re out here fucking up shit then they can deal with the
consequences.
    I’ve drawn the
line at out and out murder, though I have no problem maiming a fucker and
putting him out of commission for life. Sometimes I find that that’s even
worst. This way they get to live with the error of their ways. For the sheer
viciousness of Dwayne’s attack on Stephanie and the others that they’d found
with his handiwork, I was willing to turn off my conscience. Evil like that
needed eliminating there was no rehab for that kind of wicked.
    “You guys got
everything in order?” To a man they nodded their heads letting me know that
they were ready. We all learn from experience and as time has gone by we’ve
learned what to expect from the type of element we’re dealing with. There isn’t
much a man won’t do to retain his freedom and Dwayne had proven that he was
willing to go to any lengths to keep his. Too bad he had chosen to rape and try
to murder a little girl in my backyard.
    Now that that
kid had survived having her throat slit and being left in a field like trash to
draw her last breath, he and some of his misguided pals were seeking ways to
finish her off before she could testify against him. The piece a shit hadn’t
left much behind in the way of DNA or anything else that they could use in
court, so this poor little mite was faced with the added horror of picking him
out in a court of law.
    “Any word on
Sid and his nuts?” I gave Deke a look, which I knew wouldn’t do any good, to
which he shrugged his shoulders and took a swig of his beer. “He’ll be fine, I
thought we were here to talk strategy.”
    Hardheaded
little fuck, he was as cold as they came but somehow had a heart of gold when
it came to kids, in fact I think he might be Holly’s favorite person, after her
old man that is.
    “Okay then,
moving right along, we have twenty strong for Tuesday but we can easily double
that number if there’s a need. Five inside and the others outside surrounding
the place just in case this asshole carries through with his threats. I want
someone on the roof across the way, that should be Nelson he’s got the best
arm.”
    “He’s already been tapped Blade,
this isn’t our first time at the Rodeo.”
    “I know that Stryder but we all
know each situation is different and must be dealt with accordingly. We can’t
leave any stone unturned.”
    “By the way Cowboy is getting antsy, says looking at that
fat fuck day in and day out without slitting his throat goes against his
creed.”
    “Tell your brother to cool his jets Deke.”
    “Fine, but I don’t see why we
can’t just off the fuck right now and be done with it.”
    “Because
Stephanie needs her day in court. She might not think so now but believe me one
day in her future she’s going to be happy as fuck that she played a part in
putting her tormentor in prison. The fact that he’s never gonna see another
night after the case is over is neither here nor there, she needs this