Jeff The Killer Original Image Novels & Stories

He slid a thick white envelope across the desk, arching an eyebrow when she held her position, reluctant to get closer to her captive. Andrea approached the desk, slowly - monitoring his every move, unwilling to accept his peaceful nature – and snatched up the envelope. The documents spilled out across the desk and before she could control it, the desk under her grip was shaking from the deep growls residing from within her chest. Bodies in a sea of blood, was what lay within those pictures. Not just any bodies, the torn off pieces of her family: her mothers afraid features still cemented to her motionless body, surrounded by the limps of her father Daniel and younger brother Jamie.

“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!”

Jeff laughed for the first time “You don’t get it. He has trust issues so he personally inspects whoever goes in there. No one goes in without his consent.” “I see. Thanks for your cooperation.” Francisco rose from the chair. Jeff smiled a little, but when Francisco turned off the safety of the gun, Jeff’s countenance changed. “you promised.” “I did.” Francisco replied “but there was no agreement on how long.” He pulled the trigger, putting a shot through Jeff’s head. Francisco proceeded to bring in the dead bodies of Jeff’s guard into the house before setting the place ablaze. Then he left.