Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer Backstory

"The lollipop was sweet," Heidi said bitterly. "But it was bitter too. Bitter enough to ruin lives." I ignored the devastated students and left the exam venue with Mom. After we got home, I looked at her curiously. "Mom, why was Jeffrey so obsessed with targeting me? The way he talked at the end didn't seem like simple jealousy over money." That was the part I never understood. Mom handed me a file folder. After I read the documents inside, everything finally clicked into place.

"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.

It’s like he’s watching to see if I’d slip away and run off with Jeff. If I were alone with him? Hell yes. Fortunately, I have Ethan by my side. I’m not letting him go until this is over. Oh my God, I think as I come to a realization. Ethan’s father is a killer, a criminal. Oh my God. How is he going to take it? He can never find out, I conclude. At least not now. “Good heavens, God must really like me,” Jeff exclaims, coming to stand before me. He doesn’t even acknowledge his friend first.

“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.”

I had already made my choice. Maybe I'm a psycho, but he made me his psychopath. But I wasn't going to stop killing until I get to Rarf. I need to end this. He needs to die. As soon as we arrived home, I strode to my room and made sure the door was locked, meaning no one in, no one out. My heart was heavy. Rarf found me before I could. I spent all my life searching for him, killing men like him; the mafia just to get better so that if I find him, he will be dead before he can even think. I was kicked out of the place I called family because of my stupid mistakes. They taught me basically everything I know; how to think fast when in a murder situation, how to hold a gun and how to have the pe

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.

he asked me ”The king has questions for you and you will answer them honestly,” Jeff said and Alpha Robert laughed “Well surely the king is old enough to speak for himself,” he said “Your daughter is here and we want to know what happened to her mother” Jeff cut to the chase realizing that Robert wasn’t intent on being difficult “I killed her,” he said nonchalantly and I balled my hand into a fist struggling to control my tempter as I stared at his arrogant face ”Why, if I may ask?” Jeff asked

“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.

I could deal with Asper very well knowing that she wasn't around for him to use as a toy. My hand clenched into a fist just then, a terrible incident that featured my woman and the fucker entering my mind. The entire ordeal of powerlessly watching him tear her clothes off scarred me, and that was one of the major driving forces for me killing him. Another was the pain of betrayal that he'd caused me, but I wasn't about to start thinking of the good times with that motherfucker. “I say we check the other side, towards the river,” I said to Jeff, who nodded. We headed there, alert of our surroundings, and were very close when I saw someone I didn't think we’d run into here.