J The Killer Novels & Stories

On the day the kidnappers killed my son, I did not cry. I paid top dollar for the best lawyer in the city to argue that the kidnapper was innocent. And once he was free, I signed ten percent of my shares over to him. I also gave him the house my son had loved most. My husband, Alex Thomas, slapped me in front of the press. He called me a cold-blooded monster. People on social media boycotted my company and demanded my family kick me out. I endured every insult and every attack in silence. At the review hearing, I looked at my husband. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me."

A highway pursuit of a fugitive ended in a crash. I was rushed to the hospital alongside a death-row convict. "The patient's left chest cavity has been pierced by rebar. He needs emergency surgery immediately. Get his family on the line!" I did not want my mother, who was thousands of miles away, to worry. I forced myself to stay conscious and prepared to sign the consent form on my own. Yet the deputy chief of the military hospital snatched the form out of my hands. He ordered the staff to wheel me out of the operating room by force, all so they could treat the barely scratched convict instead. "Save him first. He has a clotting disorder. If the bleeding isn't stopped now, it'll be fata

"You'll have to wait until-" "But I can't hold it anymore. May I remind you that you guys took me before I could even take a leak!?" I demanded. "I do not know who your Alpha is, but I swear I will tell him how rude you guys are to me! Have you heard of me? I am the all-powerful Killer Smile. If you guys don’t let me take a leak, then I swear I will unleash my mighty power against you!" The men in the car let out a loud gasped and the person who was driving suddenly hit the brakes. My head bumped into the seat in front of me, and I let out a series of curses.

He spit out and I laughed. “You will tell me what I want to know sooner or later.” I motioned for my man to go back to his torture. I would find her and kill Jensen. He thinks he can double-cross me, so he has to pay the price. A few hours later I walked back into the basement where I was keeping the man we had taken, I think his name was Jordan. I didn’t really care what his name was. All I cared about was breaking him so I could go and get what belonged to me. My man had done a real number on him already so I decided to see if he was ready to talk. I walked over to him, he was chained to the wall and looked like he was barely able to hold himself up. His face was covered in blood and he wa

Behind those timid and innocent looks, was a ruthless and stealthy assassin who executed her missions to perfection and no one had been able to find the mysterious killer till date of all her assigned victims. “No sweetie. Daddy does not want to lie in bed with a stomach ache for weeks,” Alpha Zarek cooed gently, making all of us laugh. “Dad, guess who found his mate !” Jax exclaimed in excitement. “Is Ty your mate, Jax ?” Alpha Valen asked blankly. “No but I don’t mind if Kai wants to share him with me till I find my mate,” Jax smugged.

He was clearly trying to bait me into getting upset, though I wasn’t sure why. “Something you want to ask her in particular, Jetter, or are you just being your usual self?” Jaguar asked. Jetter smirked at him. “Watch it, Jaguar. I’m a club president.” Jaguar clenched his jaw but said nothing. Jetter returned his gaze to me. “Did you kill Rod?” “No,” I said. “Do you know who did?” “Other bikers. I was too far away to see exactly.” “What happened?”

He slipped and was about to fall off the cliff. However, he grabbed my hand and begged me. “Don’t let go! I’m begging you. I don’t want to die!” I found that ridiculous. “Didn’t you want to kill me just now?” Of course, he would not admit that. He hurriedly shook his head. “No, dear. Don’t worry. I never wanted to kill you. I was just joking.” I watched him indifferently. “This is your last chance. Otherwise, I could always let you fall. No one will know if someone dies here, right?”

" I quizzed, desperate to find a way to reassure her. After a small moment, her voice pushed through from the speakers again, "The one with the weird name who looked like he murders people for a living?" Well, that description certainly didn't help. It settled with her for a while before a strained gasp escaped her throat, "Ishtar! Don't tell me he's the-" "Yes," I confirmed, "But listen…" I went ahead to explain everything that had happened between Damian and me, including the compromising situations we always seemed to find ourselves in. I didn't mention the part about Minerva, not yet.

And what King was talking about here with Jensen was Murder One, and no lawyer in the land would be able to argue anything different. Did Kirk Jensen deserve to die? Oh, hell, yeah. Yeah, he did. He was a murderer, and a drug dealer, and a sex trafficker of women and kids, and he ran kidnapping rings that sold children. He was on countless cops’ ‘Most Wanted’ Lists – and he made sure that he never got caught. Never, ever. Every single time the cops or feds finally got close to him, one of his associates stepped up to take the fall. Jensen generously rewarded his patsies and their families, and he protected his fall-guys in jail as they served their sentences on his behalf. He was untouchable

He didn’t ask permission. He assessed. I understand something now with cold clarity. Matteo De Luca isn’t dangerous because he kills. He’s dangerous because he gives people the illusion of choice - and waits to see who damns themselves willingly.