Jeff The Killer Story Novels & Stories

I hated to ask, but I was glad he was dead and out of the picture, plus less of a challenge for me. “Jeff used to be a hunter” A wave of shock ran down my spine. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yup, he used to come to the Silver crow packhouse and do business with Allen, I never trusted him from the get-go, his information was always a bit shady, so one day I followed Jeff back home to see what he was up to and from the opened window I saw him with our girl, beating her badly” My hands balled into a fist, that’s right, sunshine is our girl “What did you do?”

For five years, I had shared a bed with my brother’s killer and my own executioner. I looked at Mike—no, Michael—and for the first time, I didn't see the billionaire tycoon. I saw the eighteen-year-old boy who had watched his world get shattered by a truck and then buried by a conspiracy. The weight of his seven-year exile, the sheer agony of watching the girl he loved be groomed by a monster while he was branded a "violent street fighter," crushed my heart.

“ A zillionaire? I asked myself. I got out of the bed and run to my mom in the kitchen. She was chopping some broccoli. “ Mom, have you seen the new trend? I asked. “ No, I was busy making breakfast for myself” she replied not even looking up to me. “ Mom, Jeff is a zillionaire? She said. “ Jeff? Who is Jeff? She asked. “ Dad’s previous driver, the one we had set up for Kaira” I whisper.

she sighed, unable to contain the curiosity inside, “Why did you kill your parents? I know you; you had always been such a good girl and they had been so good to you. Then why would you do that-” Bang! The sudden sound of Vevina banging her fist against the metal desk made her jerk in her seat. This time the doe-like eyes had been narrowed and glaring at her. “You know nothing about me or my life!” Vevina hissed in annoyance. “This is the reason why I killed her! That woman had fooled you all into believing it. My life was nothing but a stage show that she ran. I was a puppet in her hands and she was a puppet in my whorish father’s hand.”

“But you didn’t shoot him. That’s progress.” I sighed. “I’m not going to kill Jeff.” Nolan raised a brow. “Yet.” I shot him a look. “At all.” He hummed like he wasn’t convinced. I ignored him. Because despite everything—despite the secrets, the lies, the betrayal—Jeff was still Jeff. The guy who had taught me how to hotwire a car when I was sixteen. I barely noticed when we pulled up to the safe house. My mind was still tangled in Jeff’s words, in the weight of what they meant.

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

"Nathan's death was an accident, but my father buried the fallout. Silenced the families with hush money all under a shell corporation. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know." I studied his face to see the struggle between guilt and disbelief on his features. "But now you do," His lips opened wide, but no words came out. Perhaps there was nothing to say at all. I turned away. The air seemed thicker now, as if the walls were pressing closer around me. Edward Richards was no simple killer: he was undoubtedly ruthless - but also calculated. Clean. And maybe his reputation had roots extending further than we'd really understood. "Cassie." Jeffery's voice softened. "We'll fix this. I'll expose eve