Jeff The Killer Backstory Novels & Stories

Micheal was playing an online game with his computer when he received a text message from Jeffrey. Jeffrey: Micheal where are you? There's something important I have to tell you. Micheal: Jeffrey? I thought the killer got you. Jeffrey: No. I'm in hiding because the killer sent someone after me. Micheal: Are you safe? Jeffrey: Barely alive. But I'm with a friend and we tracked the killer's real ID. Micheal: Really? Who is he? Jeffrey: I can't say on the internet so I texted the guys to come to this address below. But I can't seem to get Eduardo? Is he dead?

How could I even think that I could get him in the first place . Jeff came from a well to do family ,his dad has one of the biggest companies in the whole of New York. though they were pretty popular but one thing I knew was the fact that his mom never like and she did literally everything to make sure that I left his son and I knew one of her reason was the fact that I was raised by a single mother but I just didn't care ,I didn't want to think about it ,I wasn't going to keep thinking about the past .

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

Little did she know that love don’t come with warnings. She slowly started to close her eyes, and sleep started to dig in.Jerald started to hear a little snore and watched over his wife who was already in dream land. He stopped on a traffic light to lower her seat and noticed that she bought the rope and other things for herself too on the back seat.He continued driving. Fixating about who the hell would want to kill him so bad that he killed his old pal, Walter? Shouldn’t he worry about Tom and the rest of the men he killed? No, that’s the Cosa Nostra for you.

"You tried to do the right thing by alerting the authorities." A hint of bitterness touched Jeff's voice as he nodded. "Yes, but that decision had consequences. The next week, after I delivered the weapons, he realized that I knew his secret. He sent assassins to kill me and my family." Jeff's voice trembled as he revealed the painful truth. Drake's mind raced, piecing together the puzzle of Jeff's past. "You escaped, but your wife and children were the victims," he summarized, his voice gentle yet heavy with empathy.

“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.”

She asked and i scoffed. "I know they've known each other, for some of the life and they just reconnected later on" I said while she penned down some words. "Jeff didn't kill her, a day to their wedding. How would he? How could he?" I asked. "He had everything set up and he had his babies and he loved her, that i know" I said and she nodded. "Actually none of us did-" "It had to be someone th- Her father?" My eyes glinted before it dulled again.

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.

“But you didn’t shoot him. That’s progress.” I sighed. “I’m not going to kill Jeff.” Nolan raised a brow. “Yet.” I shot him a look. “At all.” He hummed like he wasn’t convinced. I ignored him. Because despite everything—despite the secrets, the lies, the betrayal—Jeff was still Jeff. The guy who had taught me how to hotwire a car when I was sixteen. I barely noticed when we pulled up to the safe house. My mind was still tangled in Jeff’s words, in the weight of what they meant.

Her granny was her injured father’s biological mother, was she not? Since he could sink so low as to kill his own mother, was he even human? The police officer’s eyes became hostile when he looked at Jeffery. “I didn’t.” Jeffery denied it anxiously. “Someone framed me.” “Fine, keep on saying that. Anyway, that case was settled three years ago. I have no idea how Rebecca got both of you out. It doesn’t matter as long as you both have a clear conscience.” A forced smile flashed across Catherine’s face.