Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

I could feel that uncontrollable anger rising and taking over, as I had begun to heave in deep breaths. "Yes, I planned it all for a decade but still I'm no killer, all I did was reveal who the real ones were." "The Jama'atu killed the Commander and you framed me and killed Jeff too," I adduced. "The Jama'atu only created room for everything to play out but you killed the Commander, Lade," he claimed, looking so assured and it had me confused. "Did you see me do it?" I asked. "No but they found your fingerprints and might I remind you, you had an episode that day."

“But it was your jurisdiction at first. I need to know what Bohman found. Those thugs killed Bohman because he was working for me, Jeff. We saw Tsezar and Natasha Ivanka at a swanky fundraiser last night. Tsezar knew about Bohman’s death.” “What did he say?” “Nothing incriminating. He was intentionally vague, but he nearly admitted to killing Bohman.” “You shouldn’t get anywhere near a man like that, Wil.” “Like the men I work with every day? Like Senator Peterson? I’m in the fighting ring, Jeff.” “Are you safe?” “Yes. I’m at Richard’s home under the watchful eyes of a dozen security guards.” Jeff sniffed. I could picture him with a snarl on his face. He hated criminals like Tsezar. It was w

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.

“By the way, remove that hand of yours from her. You can play pretend lovers all you want, but I am the real one, pup.” “Shut it, hybrid!” He growled at Al before turning towards me. His gaze softened a bit. “Is it true that he visited you? Are you alright?” “I’m fine. He didn’t do anything. We just talked.” My voice was a little shaken, but it wasn’t because I had cried earlier. It was because something was bugging me at the back of my mind. Tyrelle mentioned an attack in the hospital and claimed that Aelfric was the killer. But Aelfric doesn’t sound like the killer, especially since he was so composed like this. The Aelfric that I know doesn’t lie - or at least he hasn’t so far.

Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle. He wasn’t. He was a ghost. He had been a ghost for years. Nobody had ever seen his face. Nobody had ever caught him on a traffic camera. Nobody had ever taken a photograph that wasn’t blurred silver and shadow. Seventeen confirmed kills, the last count I’d seen, and every one of them a man who had hurt someone smaller than himself and walked away from the consequence. A tabloid writer had called him the Verdict Killer in a piece three years ago and the name had stuck because it fit. Because what he did was not mur

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

"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.

And it's always a woman named Tamara. "Is this Jason McKennel?" Jeffry snorted. "Why? You're jealous of me getting close to your wife, huh? She's like a diamond, and you'd trade her for shit. That's a shame. However, I'm not as stupid as you. I know what's precious and not, especially when the priceless one gets dumped." "Don't mess with me, Jeffry Allen! You may be able to hide from my stupid father and brother, but don't think I don't know who you are. You're a murderer! And I'll ensure you don't do the same to Emily!"

With the other, he raised his glass and began to drink. “I've had a lot on my plate lately, Eva, and I need your help,” Ron told me, “Regarding Jeff's death, he was found murdered and his body dumped at sea! Of course, I kept the news from the public. Apart from his wife, very few people know the cause of Jeff's death!” I was shocked. Jeff was not only my husband's right-hand man, but also a former Mafia member. Who would kill him? “Maybe they're not after Jeff!” Rowen looks at me meaningfully. “I'm guessing it has something to do with the business merger next month -- the competition!”

Theo fired back as his eyes twitched in outrage. "And be ready to expect her to get a high heart attack, probably for her to collapse and die at the scene. You would be awarded for the most dangerous human being for being behind the death of your closest siblings. Try it. It would surely be fun, don't you think?" Jeffery grinned with his blood-stained teeth wide open like a maniac in a horror movie. Damn! I feel like disappearing.