How Old Is Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

“Tsk, you could do something bad to me.” Jeff smiled slightly because his intelligent brain was indeed devising brilliant ideas to rape Cylo until he could no longer walk normally. But seeing his condition, it seemed he had to postpone his brilliant plan for now. His focus now was to introduce himself to this hired killer. “Okay, let's talk.” Jeff stared at Cylo, who wasn't looking at him. “My name is Jefford William Ricardo. I am the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, and I am very interested in you, Cylo.”

“They were young. Only eighteen or so. It wasn’t until he was my current age that he realized he needed an heir.” Well, needed may be a strong word. More like wanted, but I don’t clarify that out loud as it doesn’t really matter. “How old are you?” Vanessa asks. “Twenty-nine,” I say. “Jake and Jordan are both thirty.” “And you went to Carnage Island seven years ago, right?” I nod, confirming the history Jordan gave her. “We were all twenty-two at the time. I’m only a few months younger than Jake and Jordan .” They have summer birthdays while I have a fall one. But that’s not important.

I asked, sipping my drink in rage. "Not much, he seems good." "What did you find out?" I enquired, wiping my face with whisky. "He's Jeffrey Paul Mcman's son." I spat out my whisky. "The man was brutally murdered and that was twenty years ago," I said.

Ah, if Nana is also 17, it means that Jeje is now also 17 considering they were born only two months apart. If they were still alive, their child would have been around 2 years old considering they had a child at 15. Crazy! In fact, when I was 15 years old, I was still playing with kites, but my son at the age of 15 was already playing with other people's children. Ah, their morals are already broken!

"Jane and I have been married for 40 years. But I've loved her for much longer. Will you believe it if I tell you that we discovered we were mates at her eighteenth birthday celebration when I was already 239 years old?" I gasped, "Oh my God!" My hand flew to my mouth in shock. "I think you mean 38, sweetie," Jane corrected. "Did I say 238? Slip of the tongue!" Mr. Jefferson laughed, and I let out a sigh of relief, as I first thought he’s really that age. Yeah, I know some people turn out to find their mates late, maybe because their mates weren't already at the appropriate age for them to recognize each other, but Mr. Jefferson's own seems to be kind of… mysterious.

And now the wolves were at the door. Two nights ago, Viktor (the syndicate’s enforcer) sent me a photo: Jessy asleep in her dorm bed, taken from inside her room. Message attached: One week, Marko Or we come collect ourselves. I’d known this day was coming since the crash that killed her parents. I’d promised my sister on her deathbed I’d protect her daughter. Instead I’d dragged the girl into my war. But I had one card left. Jeffrey... Twenty-one years old, computer science prodigy, trust-fund brat on paper, complete fucking psycho underneath. He’d hacked my entire system at nineteen just to watch Jessy change clothes. When I confronted him, he didn’t deny it. He begged.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you. You were still too young then. I wanted to wait a couple of years before telling you. Then, all those things happened …" Jeff shook his head and continued, "It's already come to this. I think you deserve to know the truth. There was a woman I liked a few years back. She was slightly older than you. She was pretty, lively, and her eyes always glowed. She was a student whose education I funded. It's such a pity …" Jeff's expression became worse as he said, "I had thought she was just a kid when she first confessed her feelings to me. What would people think if an old man like me got together with a young woman like her?"

“Congratulations. You managed to guess correctly. I killed Jeff.” “You vicious, greedy man. How could you bear to do that to your own father?” “He is not my father other than a sperm donor. He was never present in my life like a father. My mother and I lived miserably in an old, dilapidated cabin with rodents stealing our food supply every day. When I was five years old, my mother managed to find Jeff's address and she went to see him with me. We were lucky because my mom was Jeff's first love and he still cared about my mom. Jeff intended to marry my mother, but not as his main wife, but only as a mistress that he would use when he was fighting with his first wife. My mother, of course, did

Zayne seemed to have everyone wrapped around his finger. Didn't they see what I saw? A sick man. I guess not…it didn't matter. I couldn't compete with their love for him but he would never have me under his spell as well. “It shocked me…he was about the same age I was, maybe a year older…” No wonder. If he's been killing since he was sixteen or more, how many have he killed? God…I can't believe I moaned to those hands on me. What kind of life did he grow up in?

Elanor let out a sigh. Then, she said quietly, “Young Master Bauer…” “Enough. Let’s not talk about this.” Jeff waved his hand to cut her off. “How are your injuries?” “Were you scared?” “That b*stard was one of mine, but he still tried to kill you! He deserves death!” Jeff clapped his hands. Right after that, someone handed a firearm to him. He pulled the trigger without even bothering to look at the man with the buzzcut.