Jeff The Killer Hot Novels & Stories

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 hated to ask, but I was glad he was dead and out of the picture, plus less of a challenge for me. “Jeff used to be a hunter” A wave of shock ran down my spine. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yup, he used to come to the Silver crow packhouse and do business with Allen, I never trusted him from the get-go, his information was always a bit shady, so one day I followed Jeff back home to see what he was up to and from the opened window I saw him with our girl, beating her badly” My hands balled into a fist, that’s right, sunshine is our girl “What did you do?”

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.

Jeffery remained standing near the bed watching everything calmly. H1 continued stitching without interruption. Another sharp cry escaped Clara as the pain deepened further. Tears gathered uncontrollably at the corners of her eyes now, but anger still remained stronger than weakness inside her expression. “You obsessed fucking psychopath,” she cursed breathlessly. “You keep pretending this is punishment when you are clearly enjoying every second of this.” Jeffery folded his arms slowly across his chest. “You think too highly of yourself,” he replied evenly. “Your death simply belongs to me now.”

she said, holding her head. "Calm down honey, do you recognize anybody you meant there?" He asked. 'This is the perfect time to shine' "I recognized a boy. I couldn't even believe my own eyes when I saw him there. He was the master planners" I lied. "Who?" She asked. "Xander Richards" I said, leaving them in a state of shock. To be continued

"Why would she do that?" Jeffery's gaze turned cold. "Because she's weak. And weakness gets you killed." He paused, his eyes locked on Brad. "You need to take care of this." They spoke like the woman wasn't right there with them. Brad's confusion deepened, "What do you mean?" Jeffery's voice dropped to a deadly whisper "Eliminate the problem, Brad. Kill your wife." Brad's eyes widened in horror. "You can't be serious." Jeffery's expression remained unyielding. "Dead serious." He joked.

Jeff exhaled slowly, “The cameras at the protest were tampered with. There’s a gap in the footage, right at the moment the smoke bomb went off. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.” My heart sank, “So we have nothing.” “For now,” His eyes darkened, “But I’m not giving up.” I stared at him, searching his face, “What are you going to do?” Jeff’s jaw flexed, “I have people looking for him and I don’t mean just security, I mean people who know how to find ghosts.” A shiver ran down my spine, Jeff wasn’t just talking about private investigators, he was talking about people from his past. The past he’d tried to keep buried.

I looked up at him, my gaze chilly. "Do you really think you're still in control?" I asked, a faint smile tugging at my lips. "Do you think you can keep hiding the money you've embezzled from the company and the tax fraud you've committed? Did you really think the truth about my dad's death would stay buried forever?" The color drained from his face. "W-What are you talking about? Since when did I embezzle company funds and commit tax fraud? I didn't kill your father either! Stop making things up!"

Jefferson said, and spat on the floor. “He won’t find you. Your car has no tracking system, your phone’s at the motel. He’ll reach that dead end and even if he knows where I live, which I’m sure he does, he won’t get to me. I went to prison an innocent man, but I left there a murderer. I killed seven men in prison, got myself the name ‘Wrath’ on the inside. You think you know me, but you don’t. You sitting in that chair … that’s what I do now. I kill men like you for money and I’m really fucking good at it. You turned me into this.” “Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Kill me if that’s what you have planned,” Jefferson said.

She sat down as she took the journal she found in the house before she started reading it. "My name is Khloe, this is the day I will not forget in my life, the day that I bought my freedom from the two monsters I ever knew I won't miss them, how would I? Especially not after they burnt my expensive skirt. Do they know how much Jake spent on it? It was more than five thousand. Hhh that's what they don't know." As she was reading the delivery man had already arrived. She opened the door as she took what she ordered for before closing the door behind her. She was very hungry that worms in her stomach started making noises probably asking for food.