JADE

We were inside the old man's house. 

The shooting had ended, Lauretta had driven off in her car after shooting Saint and her army of men were all dead. 

I had seen my uncle's lifeless body and not even an ounce of sadness had hit me. There weren't any mixed feelings like the first time I had thought he was dead and hated me or not, I was glad he was finally dead. 

I sat beside where Saint lay, still unconscious and watched as the old man dressed his wounds ...