Chapter Thirty- Use Me

Jackson’s POV

It was a Thursday when Lena Brady was officially buried. Where she had already been forgotten by the majority of the population nearly twenty years ago, it left only my men, Amara, and I to mourn her true loss. It was a risk to even allow it to happen but I would rather jump before Amara and take a bullet then deny her the chance to properly say goodbye to her mother this time. So while dressed in black and her mother's shawl, we spoke in prayer with the priest and were allowed today to mourn. 

Surrounded by at least forty of my men it seemed like Lena was as loved as she was missed, but this was all for Amara. Not a man unarmed or unalert as they crowded around us, a laying of white roses left atop a cherry casket that took a piece of my heart as well. 

Amara stayed hours after the final scoop of dirt was placed and smoothed while her head rested against her mother's stone. She traced the etching of "loving mother and selfles