Jeff The Killer Brother Novels & Stories

Jordan demanded as he paced, unable to control his anger. “Master, Jake is a twin. They’re known as the Baxter brothers back in my old neighborhood. They had an elder brother, Brandon. He made several attempts toward me, but I always turned him down. Brandon was found mysteriously dead days later after he tried assaulting me. No culprit was found and the case was dismissed. But I had sent him a death threat message the night he tried to force his way on me, and now Jake and his brother use it to get money from me,” I explained, trying to hold the tears back.

Valerie gritted her teeth, her breathing shaky. “Is it about Nana?” Valerie sniffled. “No,” she whispered, more tears streaming down her face as her hand reached up to hold Rhea's. “Then what is it?” Rhea asked, leaning in closer, their faces inches apart. “Please.” Valerie shut her eyes and drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. “It’s my uncle,” she whispered. “My father’s younger brother.” It was then Rhea realized that Valerie had never spoken about any relatives apart from Sienna, who had betrayed her, her late Nana, and her parents, who had died in an accident long ago.

They won't die for my sins. I crawled my way to a distracted Lance, making the last second decision to grab onto a shard from the broken jug on the floor. "His real brother is trying to kill him. Fuck off, rich boy," Lance said with a laugh as Will picked up the gun. "Always with the fucking theatrics. It just got you killed, you pretentious dick," I said, listening to Goremaster choke on his own blood once more.

“But there’s an update on your brother’s death.” The word brother hit harder than it should have. My jaw tightened. I dragged in smoke, slow and controlled. “What update?” I asked flatly. “I thought you idiots cleared his death of any scheme. You told me it was clean. Drunk driver. No connections.” I had earlier suspected the Hunters Brotherhood. Our rivals. Manhattan’s other apex predators. They were always pushing at our borders, always testing our patience, but we had a treaty. No touching a finger on family or lovers or children.

“He likely knows my brother’s reputation. I mean, let us be brutally honest, who doesn’t? It is far from being a secret. And the bastard that your Alpha is, thought he could use that against you… against us, to mess with your mind. And, sadly, I would say that it was working. But, believe me, Lena, my brother is not as bad as they make him out to be. He is generally a good guy, other than his somewhat womanizing ways. And, in that regard, I am not like him.” I sighed, my body sagging against Ezra’s firm chest. He placed another soft kiss against my head, rubbing his hands up and down my back reassuringly before he continued. “I know it is hard to believe, but H just liked enjoying himself. H

Not only did he drive out all the Sloane family's loyalists from the company, but he also kicked my parents out of Sloane Manor. When Dad realized the son he'd raised for so many years was nothing but an ungrateful traitor, he flew into such a rage that he suffered a stroke. Not long after that, he passed away. After a series of blows, Mom lost her sanity. Anytime she saw a young man around my age, she'd call him "Ivan". As for Hillary, once her in-laws saw that the Sloane family name no longer carried the same weight, they cast her out as well.

Isabella clutched her chest, pretending to be shocked. "Oh my god, Carina, you'd wish death on your own brother? That's horrible..." I stood up and walked toward Adriano. "What proof do you want? Leo's body? His ashes?" "If I have to." I took a step closer, my voice shaking with rage. "You will look at it. You will look at what you did." Isabella suddenly shot to her feet, pointing a trembling finger at me. "You're sick! Using your brother’s fake death for attention! You're disgusting!"

“What? Is there news about him?” “Oh, there’s plenty. I’m surprised you haven’t heard about it.” “Go on, what about him?” “Jason’s brother was killed by a truck when bullies chased him all over the place, his fucking neighbors,” the boy said. Grant watched him. The boy’s head made him look like an improper fraction; he also had a big mouth to match. “Oh, here’s another weird stuff. They say Jason killed one of the people that killed his brother by just thinking it.”

Seeing Shamayeta's embarrassed expression, he quickly added, "So, she's your cousin... Hey, who doesn't have a disgraceful relative in their family?" Mysteriously, he continued, "I have a brother, not my biological brother, in fact! He's a killer on the global Killer List, and he's taken countless lives. There's no crime he would not commit, including raping and pillaging!" This time, Shamayeta was shocked. "Whoa, you have such a person as a relative?!"

After hanging up the phone, Isabella knew that her family would probably become suspicious, so she contacted Sophia specifically. Leaving the hospital, Isabella drove, and Ethan in the passenger seat received a message from Colin. "The shooter's name is Jeff, 40 years old, a retired soldier who has been working as an extra for years. Colin found the person; he drowned and died. Jeff was diagnosed with leukemia recently, and he has an 18-year-old daughter." So, everything makes sense now. It wasn't a fan at all. Jeff was doing things for the sake of his daughter's future, accepting money and then ending his own life.