Jade... part 1
It was easy for Jade to pick the Blade over a gun. The blade’s handle was smooth and the sharp edge did its work perfectly, plus the different sizes meant she could have quite a number of blades on her person. Unlike a gun, Jade was an assassin, a profession she chose herself though influenced by the woman who had raised her. Jade’s parents had died after a drug deal went bad. She was five or six at that time, seven. Maybe she just couldn’t remember when her life had turned to s**t. On good days, she had dreams of when her family was complete. Her mom was always in a good mood, her face made up like one of her dolls. She loved playing music on blast so they could dance around the house until Jade was tired. Jade’s father was not always in the picture and, as a result, she h
