J The Killer Novels & Stories

“If I get that woman here, and Joker and Sands and a few of the other hardcore guys get it into their heads to help Jensen out, and teach Crusher Alcott’s sister a lesson? I’ll stop it, no doubt. That’s my prerogative as President – but I can’t always be there. Accidents happen in the clubhouse back rooms, all the time. You get what I’m saying?” “Yeah.” Jack’s blood ran cold at the thought of the kind of ‘accident’ that could befall an innocent woman at Joker Kane’s hands. The man was an abusive monster, a convicted rapist, and by King’s Men’s best guess, he’d killed four women, that they knew of. Joker loved strangling women and then slashing their throats, and even though everyone knew wha

To get rid of her fears, she turned on the TV and pressed the volume to increase. “Last night, a corpse was found in a ditch. The killer is still unknown. The police are currently investigating this case.” “A woman with the initials J was killed by slitting an artery in the victim’s neck. This murder didn’t just happen once. But they have found three victims with scars on their necks.” It surprised Kanya to hear the news. She could not stand it and immediately turned off the TV. Kanya’s body was shivering. She guessed that Eros killed them.

Jackie grunted. "What do you do for a living?" the speaker asked again. "I'm a killer, a kidnapper, a tormentor. I do all dirty works" he professed confidently while the crowd moaned in awe. "For money, nothing personal" he shook his head and smirked. "So what do you know about the killings that have been happening recently?" the speaker continued her questioning. "I know nothing except that they give the orders, I carried out the job. All of it. Don't be surprised, I'm a genius" he chuckled.

Juliette nodded for him to go, and he did just that. "You know what I first said this morning could never have been so apt," Juliette said, slightly chuckling in a hope to lighten the mood. Jazz narrowed her eyes. "So someone had to die for you to change styles?" Juliette asked after an awkward silence. Jazz shrugged, kicking a piece of dirt with her black combat boots. "I want to find the killer," she announced. Juliette stared at her, stunned. "I am sure Jaxon and his team of warriors will sort it out," Juliette dismissed.

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.

I turned back, the shadows of the room hiding my face, leaving only the cold, predatory glint of my eyes visible. "His name is Roman," I said. "And he’s the man whose going to kill Bane Valak”

Lindsey weakly replied, "Dr. Jones said Mr. Lockman Senior needed potassium. Isn't this potassium?" I completely lost my temper. "He needed potassium, but that doesn't give you the right to give a high-concentration IV push! Do you think human life is a joke?" Despite all efforts, the resuscitation failed. Charles' son, Jeremy Lockman—a powerful real estate tycoon—sped to the hospital as soon as he learned what had happened. The news of his father's sudden death left him devastated. He grabbed Michael, who had arrived as quickly as he could.

I remembered him vividly well. He sure as hell was the man I shot in my memories. Despite he was covered in bruises and dried blood, he had this cocky smile on his face that gave away the fact that he wasn’t from an ordinary family, yet, I killed him because of a fucking woman, not caring about what his family might do to me. My eyes flickered from the first photo until the last and that was all I needed to accept the glaring truth. I was indeed Guiliano Jensen. A killer. A psychopath. And a man with mafia genes running through his veins.

“Nah, it ain’t like that. These guys . . . no. They don’t know shit. You could almost call my client’s interest academic.” Joe’s eyebrow jumps and I hurry to add, “Not in a public way. Nobody’s writing a book.” “I’ll play along for now,” he says, “but I’m trusting you, Miles.” I nod and trace a circle in the air over our empty shot glasses for the bartender. “What do you want to know?” “For starters, your honest opinion: Do you believe the killer is a gangbanger?” “The first victim was a known member of the Ghost Shadows.” It doesn’t get past me that that’s not a direct answer.

It was my Kuya Jac’s turn to speak. “I solicited the murder! I only ordered his father but his wife became so stubborn so Jandro had no choice–” “Jandro. . . ” “The murderer. You killed him? ” I preceded Kuya Jac in asking questions. I turned sharply to dad who was also almost uneasy in his place. There was a sudden silence in that room. My chest was pounding so hard that it seemed to come out of its place. “You killed him, right? He’s the only one who knows what happened, that’s why you killed him, too–”