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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.

Beta Kappa replied, unconcerned. "Oh really? You were only doing the right thing? I see, by framing my family, and putting the life of the people in danger," Jeffery rumbles, moving closer to the beta. Beta Kappa chuckled. "I didn't frame you at all my alpha, but I was only trying to follow the right path. You killed the human king, and I had to let his lovely wife know about it," he says with a smirk. "I didn't kill him, I didn't!" Jeffery grabs his clothes, angrily strangling his neck.

His eyes were wild with panic, but it was the guilt that shone through the most. Wynnie had enough of his excuses. She presented the proof of Jeff's recent reckless real estate and stock market ventures, all based on his foreknowledge from a previous life. Anyone would be hard-pressed to deny he had such memories. "You faked your own death in your previous life, letting us all believe Kelvin was your killer. We despised him because of you! Now, you've chased him away on purpose, Jeff! He's been paying for your mistakes for over ten years. Do you even have a heart?!"

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

I remembered him vividly well. He sure as hell was the man I shot in my memories. Despite he was covered in bruises and dried blood, he had this cocky smile on his face that gave away the fact that he wasn’t from an ordinary family, yet, I killed him because of a fucking woman, not caring about what his family might do to me. My eyes flickered from the first photo until the last and that was all I needed to accept the glaring truth. I was indeed Guiliano Jensen. A killer. A psychopath. And a man with mafia genes running through his veins.

The crowd silenced. A ringing sensation hummed within Jeff’s ears. Faint at first, then louder. His chest heaved, and air whistled through his teeth as he sucked in. His vision turned red with a flash of heat from behind his eyes. He laid Mr. Drake’s head next to the car’s tire and stood to face the others. A few onlookers grumbled, but nobody moved. Jeff met each of their stares. “You all did this.” The muscles in his neck tensed as he spoke, and his fingertips quivered. His breaths became shallow, and his lips pulled back over clenched teeth. He inched toward them. “He’s dead because of you.” Though they still held their weapons, each person backed away. “Now, wait just a minute.” Mr. Craw

"Please calm down baby. What exactly is the matter?. Jefsexy said in his usual female tune trying to use his hands with his long beautiful painted finger to touch him in a sexy style as his usual manner. "Don't touch me.you're a snitch. How dare you betray me, you slept with that broke old donkey ass who called himself billionaire and signed a dump and useless contract with him.” He said, pulling his hands away from him. "How could you Jeffrey?. Have you forgotten where I picked you from?. You were a common cleaner who had no vision” “You were a dirty kid and I cleaned you up to take care of my ass alone and not to be fucking any damned useless old godforsaken ass you find on the street". He

He supported my back with a pillow. Ray sighed deeply and lowered his head. “Why is all this happening?” Sighs. “Ray, it’s Jeff. Have you arrested him? I told you he was at the funeral home, but you didn’t believe me and now he…” “What’s that?” He interrupted me. “Jeff, of course. He was the one who stabbed me, he is after my life, Ray. Please help me.” To my surprise, he chuckled and shook his head. “What is wrong with you, Ray? Didn’t you hear what I was saying?”

I’m carrying his baby, and I know how much he loves it. If anyone wants me dead, it’s f*cking Freya, but this was too far. “If I ever get out of this, I’m killing her for good. And I’m doing it myself to be very sure she never gets a chance to come back to life to hurt me.” I thought to myself as I managed to scan the room. My head throbbed, and my vision blurred momentarily before clearing enough to recognize the figure sitting in front of me. Jeff. At first, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. It couldn’t have been Jeff that I saw but when I looked again, my doubt was cleared. It was really Jeff.

At the apartment that late evening after she had had a chat with Mickey, Jessica decided to dive herself into the courses of the butcher case that as defined to her, they were unrealistic. She opened the first and at the front page where the supposed victims who were more of reason to count if ever life mattered to someone. At the very next page where a couples of pictures containing the killer’s notes that where mainly describing acts of justices. The first image had been written with blood in the midst of the dead four people and clearly read. WE SHALL SERVE THEM WITH BLOOD JUST AS THEY DO. The next image was vividly containing the back of the dead guy’s wrist cut out with a word justice.