Chapter 47

Jade POV

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 now. 

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 quietly beside where Saint lay, still unconscious and watched as the old man dressed his wounds while I helped out in whatever way that I could. My eyes were sore and hurt from crying and I was sure if another drop of tear managed to find its way out, it was going to sting like crazy. My throat was already as dry as it could be feeling like it was an after effect of a inner fire burn that had just happened. I felt extremely guilty for putting Saint in this position and hated that I had to see him this way. 

Alessandro's condition also was far worse