Dave drove Jade straight to her penthouse, dropping her at the front door. She swallowed and walked through the front door. She was about to slam the front door when she heard the faint yet familiar sound echoing down the hall. She tiptoed down the entryway until she could peek around the corner of the hall. Her father was passed out on the couch, glasses falling down his nose and a wad of newspapers about the Mafia gripped in his hand. Jade chose to leave him in order to not disturb his minute of peace. She crept up the stairs and stepped into her room, making sure to keep quiet to keep from waking her mother in the master bedroom. Jade flopped onto her bed, her mind spinning. *What was up with that man? Why was he so insistant?* She wondered. She changed into her sleep shorts and a comfy shirt, snuggled under her covers, and quickly fell asleep.

Kai eventually headed to bed, falling asleep rather quickly.

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Kai woke the next morning, a text of his next target lighting up his phone. He sighed, thinking about the girl once more and musing about why he had lied to his team about killing her... Doesn't matter. They think she's out of the picture, and that's all that matters. For the next week, he went after different targets but the girl never left his mind. I need to stop calling her just 'that girl' and by her name. Jade.... What would a girl like her have done to get the death sentence....and by me? His mind raced as he returned home after another long, tiring day. That night, he dreamt about the girl's words to him. Simple, yet stirring something he didn't want to say or even think about for as long as he lived. The devil and angel on his shoulders told him to stop thinking about her but the other told him to give in to the feelings, express them. No, shut up, oth of you! His mind yelled at them as he sighed. But how would I contact her? He wondered, not able to talk to his team about it due to the fact that they thought she was dead....