Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

“You’ve got some f*cking nerve, doing shady business by killing people. Your time’s up, Jeffrey Orange.” Jeffrey was afraid of death. “It ain’t my fault, someone paid me to do it. It really ain’t my fault,” he pleaded. “Make him pay instead. I just did it for the money!” “Who told you to do it?” Alejandro asked. When Jeffrey hesitated, Jett kicked him. He immediately came clear. “It… It was Seaton S. Bart! That big shot businessman, Seaton S. Bart! I’m dead anyway, whether I sell him out or not… Mr. Smith, let me off. I’ll do anything!”

“When Jeffery challenged you. I was hiding in your office while you and dad discussed options.” His face falls. “You heard that discussion.” “Every word. You were not going to fight. You were going to step down. I was afraid you would leave us. Then I saw the fight and you were growling and the way you held him by the throat. One handed you held him of the ground and threw him like a ball.” “I don’t like to kill sweetheart. Not anyone especially family. I’m not a killer.” “You killed today.” “Actually, no, Kendall, Alex and Jacob killed today, I passed judgement and they carried the sentence out.”

Jeff canceled his father's call and opened his email. Someone did email him, but it was anonymous. He opened the inbox and it contained a video. He immediately watched the video and saw Yen hurting his children. Jeff shook his head, but he had no plans to sue his mistress, he just told her because he knew that her blood was really hot towards her children. He was unaware that at that time Yen was already dead. He was about to call her, but his staff preceded him. "Yes, Garry?” he asked on the other line.

Carlos said and that had masked a stunned expression from his friend. "Eliminate? How are you going to stop them from ever talking, are you saying you want to kill him? You were just an accidental rapist and not a killer." Jeffery said to his friend plainly. "You have nothing to worry about because I won't kill him," Carlos responded. "You won't kill him but somebody else would carry out the operation for you! It's technically varied but trust me, it's the same thing because it is a crime to kill here." Jeffery reminded them.

“I’ll take my chances.” Blake raised an eyebrow, clearly testing him. Jeff shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back like he was cool as ever, even though I could tell the nerves were still bubbling underneath. “I’m a good guy,” he said honestly. “No rotten skeletons in the closet.” I snorted softly under my breath. That had to be the cleanest, most polite way anyone had ever described Jefferey. “Besides,” he added quietly, “Esther doesn’t even know any of this yet.”

“I'm talking about what you did to her mom…” Jeff immediately sighed. “Jojo… you think I killed Penny's mom?” He asked. He seemed a little bit hurt. “Didn't you? You threatened to hurt them if I didn't come with you. Then, a few days later, she is found dead in my house. Tell me, Jeff, what else am I supposed to think?” She asked. “Sh*t!” Jeff cursed. “Jojo, I understand what you are trying to say. I threatened them with their lives. But I didn't do it…”

he said “I’m just conducting basic housekeeping.” He couldn’t let her know how deep into his ranks her lover Alexander had eaten. He knew from the details the detectives gave that Jeff was dead, as Jeff never left a trace of himself at any scene. He was that careful. And Octavio knew whatever happened to Jeff and the other victims in the woods was orchestrated by Alexander even though there was no evidence at the moment. Letting Kristine in on such information would only make life difficult for him as she would continue to throw it in his face until this was over.

Jeff continued to act as if all of this were inevitable, as if he were just a pawn in a game we couldn't fully comprehend. “You can't just take my children and get away with it,” I declared, my voice trembling with contained anger. Jeff shrugged, as if he cared little about my words. “They're not just your children, Fierce. They are part of something bigger, something that neither you nor Caleb, nor even the great Hunter can control.” “Who?” I asked, my voice vibrating with determination. “Who is behind this, Jeff?” He laughed, challenging me with his insolent gaze. “I won't break the rules of my job, Fierce. What matters is that they are valuable pieces to some interested parties.”

Sean asked. "I said it was Colonel Zinn," Diego replied. "Good," Sean said. This approach spared him the trouble of lengthy explanations. After all, he preferred to keep his involvement with Melania and Blake to a minimum. "What about that guy? Has he confessed everything?" Sean cut to the chase. Since Diego had called him, it meant that the interrogation was wrapping up. "He spilled everything," Diego reported. "His name's Jeff, and he's a mercenary out of Wysteria. He was hired this time by a woman named 'Ms. J' to assassinate Blake in Skye City."

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.