Jeff The Killer Phone Number Novels & Stories

Mooncreek pack Sitting on his Alpha's desk Jeff the beta is busy with sorting out some pack business when his personal phone rings, he ignores it the first time all the while wondering who is calling him, because he does not know the number flashing on his screen, in front of him is Carlos sitted on the chair awaiting instructions, when the number calls a second time he pick up. " How fucking hard is it for you to take your calls you dog?" Was the first sound he hears and he immediately froze, he stood up so fast from the chair that it fell backwards and Carlos had confusion on his face. " Alpha? Jim what the fuck it's good to hear your voice, where the hell have you been, where are you righ

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.

None of us spoke. “RINGGGGGGG” Suddenly my phone rang loudly which made me and Gina flinch in our places. Gaining my composure again and I swiped the green option to answer the call “Hello.” I said as I answered the call “Zara Darling…I heard that you sent someone to jail.” Came in the deep creepy voice. A wave of shock ran through my body “Who…?” I asked hoping that my guess would be wrong “Definitely Not Sunny. But don’t worry, before I’ll kill you, I will show you my face. I promise.” He said in his creepy tone. The shock now changed into anger and clenched my fist tightly

“I want to know where Pete is. I want to know who else is involved and the sooner you talk, the quicker I’ll kill you. I can be patient, Jeff, but my mercy only goes so far. The more difficult you make it, the longer it’ll take for you to die, and trust me, every man up there wants a piece of you, because unlike you, they actually have my back. Those men upstairs are my real family, the one I chose, the one that kept me alive in prison.” “I needed that money to pay off my debts, killing that guy was just one part of it,” Jefferson said. “And me dying was just fine. You sacrificed me for your debts.” “Just kill me, Jake. You’re going to do it anyway … what are you waiting for? Just put a bull