Chapter nine

I watched as his eyes closed up slowly. My uncle was gone now. I flung it aside by the chin. That was the end of that hypocrite in my life.

The door opened and I turned to see who it was. Jason walked in and was about to tell me something he suddenly saw my uncle's dead body on the floor and kept mute.

"This..." Jason said, in a calm voice.

Jason walked over to where the body lay. He lifted my uncle's arm and dropped it then did it again and again.

"Devon! Your ki..." I placed my hand over Jason's mouth and removed it after he got the message I was trying to pass across.

"You killed your uncle?" he asked, in a whisper.

"The bastard got what was coming to him," I replied. "I have no regret about what I did," I added.

"Devon. You could go to prison because of this." Jason warned. I laughed at his words.

"What is so funny? We are in a dangerous situation right now." Jason panicked.

"What is funny is the way people react to murder. When a rich man kills a poor man it is somehow considered
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