Jeff The Killer Backstory Novels & Stories

"A baby? You don't deserve to have my baby, you bitch. It's all your fault I lost everything. Are you happy now? That's right, a baby! Ella's having my baby too." Jeffrey thought he had a way out, so he came to me in a hurry, thinking he could use the baby to make things right. However, that baby was already gone. Soon, Jeffrey was arrested by the cops. Sophie was gone. When they found her, she was in a pool of blood. Jeffrey got the death penalty for intentional murder. His execution day was my wedding day with Daniel. That night, Daniel leaned in and whispered, "I've been meaning to ask, why didn't you tell me about the baby?"

Elanor let out a sigh. Then, she said quietly, “Young Master Bauer…” “Enough. Let’s not talk about this.” Jeff waved his hand to cut her off. “How are your injuries?” “Were you scared?” “That b*stard was one of mine, but he still tried to kill you! He deserves death!” Jeff clapped his hands. Right after that, someone handed a firearm to him. He pulled the trigger without even bothering to look at the man with the buzzcut.

"I know, I know, but there was no way for me to inform the police, or anyone else, about my suspicion without me sounding crazy and paranoid to them. Even my sister thought that I was letting my hate for Will cloud my judgment. I had to be doubly sure of what I was telling them first." "You don't understand, Jeff. This isn't just an ordinary abduction. It's much bigger than that. I'm surprised that Will has had this place for this long without anyone noticing what's going on inside it. I think he's a drug dealer. This is the place he brings and tortures his defaulters, as well as the people who wrong him. He is not at all what he portrays to the public, Jeff. He's a cold-blooded murderer. He

Several crates of untraceable firearms had been smashed open, but nothing had been taken. This wasn't a robbery. "The casualty count is twelve," Nathaniel said, stepping aside to let me through the circle of guards. "But they left one for us to find." “Where?” Nathaniel showed me. In the center of the warehouse, directly beneath a flickering light, sat a chair. Or rather, a man sat in it, though the word 'man' was a generous term for the wreckage that remained. It was Stefan, one of my youngest recruits. He had been a promising kid, fast with a blade and loyal to a fault.