No saint for the sinner

JadeMy tears had barely gotten the chance to dry on my cheeks when the first body hit the floor. A muffled scream followed shortly after, echoing down the empty hallway that led to my room.I turned to Bella to know if she had heard it, but she was too focused on getting her glitter all over my hair. Maybe I’d imagined it, like all those nightmares.Caruso was stationed outside her bathroom door, there was nothing to fear. Father made sure to pay him handsomely every month to ensure our safety. Except this past month he seemed to be doing the job reluctantly.I heard from the other workers that Father was owing them salaries for the last three months. It wasn’t hard to believe because I knew the business was struggling. I’d offered to help, but Father had insisted that I wasn’t ready for the familia.So, here I was—bawling my eyes out because my girlfriend had broken up with me. The only other person I had for a companion was my fifteen year old sister. Pathetic. Yes, I know.“You lo

Salvatore‘Kill or be killed’, was the one rule I’ve lived by for the last ten years of my life. I wouldn’t be standing on my own two bloody feet if it weren’t for the courage I borrowed from those words. But standing in front of Beneditti and his lack of fingers made this one of the rare times I killed with actual reason other than the need to spill blood. I had to teach him a lesson and remind him what happened when people messed with what was mine. Jade on the other hand was not used to the blood and filth that made up a world like ours. The color had drained from his face and he looked like he was ready to pass out.“Father…” he looked on in horror before rushing to Benetti’s side, as if he could glue the fingers back on. He threw me a look of disgust, “What the hell have you done?”“I think the words should be ‘thank you’,” I replied. “If you’re both done with the dramatics, I’d like to leave.”“I believe you know where the door is,” Jade sneered. “You can see yourself out. Or

JadeThe pain was instant. It started from the base of my skull and spread to my temple, setting into a buzzing noise at the back of my head. I pressed my face into the pillow and groaned. I was never listening to Bella ever again.Twisting my body under the duvet, I reached for the bottle of aspirin she always made sure to leave on the bedside table. Except—there was nothing. She’d never forgotten to lay it out. Ever.Maybe she decided to make me hangover soup instead, that had to be it. I relaxed into the bed, only sitting up when I heard the door open. “Where’s my aspirin?” The question came out as a whisper, because it hurt to even talk. “This is the last time we’re drinking.”Bella said nothing.I finally raised my head, hissing when the lights suddenly came on. I was disoriented for a whole minute because then I realized I was not in my room and the person that had walked in wasn’t Bella.A middle-aged woman stood in front of me, her gaze landing everywhere but on me. “Good mor