Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer Backstory

I asked, my head throbbing “I couldn’t figure out why such kind of a man could stalk me. “Did Jeff send you to kill me?” I asked cowering away from him. His eyes sharpened on my face and for a minute I saw something flash in them. “What do you mean I want to kill you? No…. fucking way. I’m not a murderer in any way and I have never associated myself with Jeff. Did he treat you that badly? he asked, looking genuinely concerned but I was not in the mood for entertaining him. I wanted him gone. I never even wished to meet with him again.

He supported my back with a pillow. Ray sighed deeply and lowered his head. “Why is all this happening?” Sighs. “Ray, it’s Jeff. Have you arrested him? I told you he was at the funeral home, but you didn’t believe me and now he…” “What’s that?” He interrupted me. “Jeff, of course. He was the one who stabbed me, he is after my life, Ray. Please help me.” To my surprise, he chuckled and shook his head. “What is wrong with you, Ray? Didn’t you hear what I was saying?”

I tried my best to control my shaking body and nodded slowly. When Officer Ryan Zahn saw that, he continued to question me. “Why is that? “What did you experience in the past?” When I heard those questions, I schooled my expression and tried for a casual disposition. “I’m a psychiatric patient. I’ll be afraid of what I want. I don’t need to give you a reason.” Ryan’s expression darkened again. He slammed his fist on the desk. “Just answer the questions I ask. Why did you kill your parents and sister?

" Your entire family was murdered, so I was told. His assistant killed them." A tear dropped, but I pressed my lips from sobbing as anger threatened to engulf me. " Yes." I choked out. " Bastard..." He muttered. " Gave me that job but I refused." I glanced at him, my anger forgotten. " He did? " " Yes... Was an amateur then." He stared at me. " Why are you here then?" " I was running away from him. He found me out and tried to kill me." I began. " I fell into the river in hopes of drowning myself but Jeff saved my life."

Jack took a breath. Michael snorted, “You saw her covered in blood... She turned and lost control, she took our parents by surprise and slaughtered them... she's a murderer.” Michael looked from Alpha Luca to Jack. Jack shook his head, “I saw her first turn, it was slow and painful. She came to me three months after our parents died. She was pale and sweating, she started convulsing and I knew. I knew she'd been telling the truth. I locked her up in the cellar and stayed with her for the change. I told you all this the next morning!” Jack glowered at the four stood on the other side of the kitchen.

She had, after all, envisioned herself to be here in this very same place a million times before if she were to succeed with her plan of killing her parents. This was therefore a milestone in her life! The thought of her ‘comforter’ or ‘savior’ did pop up in her mind and although there was little dismay she had never entirely trusted him to come get her anyway. Who in their right mind would risk getting caught with the charges of murder when they had nothing to do with it? She would have, if given the opportunity but sure not everybody had her kind of fun in their mind as a pastime or hobby. But after having killed two people she realized that it was more fun than she had initially thought.

Sean asked. "I said it was Colonel Zinn," Diego replied. "Good," Sean said. This approach spared him the trouble of lengthy explanations. After all, he preferred to keep his involvement with Melania and Blake to a minimum. "What about that guy? Has he confessed everything?" Sean cut to the chase. Since Diego had called him, it meant that the interrogation was wrapping up. "He spilled everything," Diego reported. "His name's Jeff, and he's a mercenary out of Wysteria. He was hired this time by a woman named 'Ms. J' to assassinate Blake in Skye City."

"One that's been operating in the shadows for decades. They deal in everything from money laundering to blackmail, extortion, even murder when necessary. Your father stumbled onto something he shouldn't have. He was an accountant, right?" Jeffrey nodded slowly. "That's what I read in the newspaper." "He was working for a company that was a front for this organization," Jules continued. "He found discrepancies in the books, transactions that didn't add up. Being the honest man he was, he started digging. And that's when he signed his own death warrant." The waiter returned with their drinks, setting them down carefully before walking away. Neither man touched their cups. "Who killed him?" Jef

Jake Jefferson’s body had been disposed of. Poison had gotten creative and Jake knew that he’d never be found. Maybe there was something wrong with him, because he didn’t care, not that his brother was dead or that his parents would never have closure. Jefferson had been delusional. He’d never been the golden boy, it had always been Jefferson. His mother didn’t even remember his favorite meal, but like all things from his past, he simply put it out of his mind and carried on with his life.

The letter was never sent, and neither was the medallion, Kanan and his son were gruesomely murdered in a staged boat incident and Jane was lucky to be alive. She’d died trying to protect me. I think back to the people who helped me get here today. My uncle Jeff for one. He was the one who created the distraction by running over the shaman, he confessed that he and the shaman had been at odds for years after he visited the shaman and asked for help. The shaman betrayed Jeff’s location to Jacinta and Jeff barely escaped with his life. He’d vowed to have his payback at FireBird ever since, or Fire Turd, as Jeff liked to call him.