Jeff The Killer Photos Novels & Stories

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!”

“I want to know everything about that guy. If he is really the killer, then he's more dangerous than we might think him to be. Also, I would like you to double the shadow guards around my wife. I don't want to leave anything to chance” “Yes si—” Jeff's phone vibrated and he retrieved it from the inner pocket of his suit. He reads through whatever message was sent to him and smiles, which later turns to a grin. “They have gotten the identity of the supposed killer,” Jeff reported, smiling brightly. “I have just sent it to you sir” I drop the tablet and click open the document Jeff sent to me on my laptop. *** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991

Elanor let out a sigh. Then, she said quietly, “Young Master Bauer…” “Enough. Let’s not talk about this.” Jeff waved his hand to cut her off. “How are your injuries?” “Were you scared?” “That b*stard was one of mine, but he still tried to kill you! He deserves death!” Jeff clapped his hands. Right after that, someone handed a firearm to him. He pulled the trigger without even bothering to look at the man with the buzzcut.

All I could do was continue looking at the camera. Rarf deserves to die for treating human beings like this. Was Rarf watching this, watching me. Because I was wearing a long sleeve, the bracelet he gave me was still on my hand and hidden if not Rarf would have taken it out. I took out his mother's necklace and left it in the drawer back at home. So I do have a mother and she is out there. Does she not know that it is me, her Reina or all she can see now is a killer?

I hissed with my teeth clenched, glaring at Jackie Fernando's photo at the top of the board. I felt myself get charged up with anger the moment I laid my eyes on him. He looked like a sweet soul in the picture, pretty handsome and quite rigged. But as they say, visuals can be deceptive. Looking at him, you could never imagine he murdered thousands of people in cold blood. Nobody had ever seen his face. He used to send his mafia gang to do the dirty work, but somehow my parents were special.