Chapter 01|Thy shall not kill Jasmine rolled her eyes as Kolade's widow screamed, wailing and thrashing on the floor, her four years old son beside her, moping at her in absolute confusion. Then seconds later, He becomes engrossed in glancing at the casket oblivious to the reality, that the man he calls daddy was lying in there.    Jasmine  hated two things intensely in her life amongst others. Being emotional and faking being emotional and as she noticed the whimpers of tears, the fake sobs, and overly pitched moans, she could tell that almost everybody who looked teary was dying to just get their damn act over with.    Everyone knew Kolade's wife would have thrust a knife into his chest and murdered him in cold blood, one of these days if one of their assignments which had gone horribly wrong courtesy of the dead man, had not.    Aside from being an unapologetic cheat, according to rumors spiraling in the Natives,

Chapter 03|Achilles heel She smiled instead, bending to Grant him access to her cleavages, distracting him.    At least, he would die, seeing something beautiful, she thought with disdain.    Grabbing the blade at her side, and then holding his hand, she inched closer to his ear.    "What will daddy do to this bad girl?" She asked smiling as his warm blood hit her face then she shook her head in disgust standing up to clean her face with his mattress, she cleaned the razor next free from her prints, just in case, and spared a glance at the escorts who stared at her gobsmacked, obviously trying to process what had happened.    She grinned.    As if on cue, one of the men from The Native came in with one of the girls who was originally supposed to be with the murdered man. While the girls just sat on the bed, too shocked to move, their eyes almost bulging from their eyes sockets.

Chapter 05|An eye for an eye She ran into the house, locking herself in her room, and then fell on the bed with a thud. Pretending that her uncle was in his room, snoring lightly she slept off.   At midnight, she woke up, and then she sobbed into her pillow till the stream of daylight illuminated her form. *** Jasmine slides down the pole, with the skill of an expert. She had practiced pole dancing when she had once acted out as a stripper on one of her numerous assignments.   While she danced under the leering ogling eyes of all the hot-blooded men in the vicinity She couldn't help but wonder why although she hasn't practiced for a while now and it was supposed to hurt, which it did. Her movement was more graceful, her steps more fluid, her body so flexible.   Her lips were curved into a sly seductive grin as she flashed the men her pants and they all went wild with want while she reveled in the control she had over the

Chapter 07|The ruled rather than the ruler Jasmine traced the picture of her uncle's picture with her dad laughing while sitting beside each other on the floor. It was her father's 8th year birthday and there has certainly not been a party because in their hands were guns, their body was sweaty from practice and she could almost imagine both boys rolling on the floor, playing like kids were meant to and poking fun at each other. Acting normal.    She chuckled lightly even as she dropped the picture to the side and a tear dropped on the next picture she picked up. It was still that of her uncle and Dad on the same day but beside them was her grandfather, they looked nothing like the two children who had goofy smiles that were so wide and even comical.    In place of their goofiness was just pure stoicism, their eyes didn't shine with pure delight and more importantly, they didn't look like they knew what childhood tasted like.  

Chapter 09|Dumb is the New Normal She wanted to give Chucks normal even in a family of criminals like herself, in a place where guns were carelessly dropped like they were toys and were an ideal present for a child.    She wanted the only assignment he had to do, to be in a book and not a possible way of saying goodbye to his adorable face.    She didn't want him to be the weirdo who was always on his computer, the teenage guy who wasn't obsessed with video games or in her case, parties, and boys.    University was like a rude awakening to reality. She tried to ghost everyone and even though she came back right after classes, she still heard the whispers, the Snickers.    She was the abnormal girl who was able to beat two Feared cultists in her Year one, who wanted to rob her and didn't break a sweat.    He was already so intelligent it freaked her atimes. She didn't want him to be bull