Jeff The Killer Story Original Novelas e Histórias

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?”

I asked, my head throbbing “I couldn’t figure out why such kind of a man could stalk me. “Did Jeff send you to kill me?” I asked cowering away from him. His eyes sharpened on my face and for a minute I saw something flash in them. “What do you mean I want to kill you? No…. fucking way. I’m not a murderer in any way and I have never associated myself with Jeff. Did he treat you that badly? he asked, looking genuinely concerned but I was not in the mood for entertaining him. I wanted him gone. I never even wished to meet with him again.

While Matheus was at the top of the stairs, still recovering, gripping the railing tightly since both his legs were injured. "However, I was never really with your mother," Jeff started, his voice tense. "She was the Don's woman, and I’d been with Matheus's mother for many years. But I wanted the power that the mafia brought: the money, everything! As soon as I seduced your mother, I gained her trust, and with that, the title of underboss since she was the Don's right hand. But... she was already pregnant. At first, the Don had no idea. So, I took you for myself, you’d be another weapon to keep going since I wanted, for a long time, to kill your mother and go back to my wife, Matheus's mothe

I scoffed briefly seeing I had crushed his ego. "So now when I opened your phone, I slid through and surfed. I finally found some conversations you had with Rhett here and Ace. I saw how you guys laughed about fooling Brad and found out your plan to kill him In three days time when you embark on your attack on Adrian. I also found out that you have been the one who had been orchestrating the killings of our pack members and then claimed it was Adrian. It is so disgusting how you would stoop so low just so you could prove your point that you are the greatest. You also inscribed DM on of the corpses just so you could make it more believable." I said. Everyone's countenance rose in shock.

an irritating scoff rolled out my throat as I opened the door. "What?" Just seeing her face was enough reason for me to get pissed off. "I need to know a few things about my dad" "Fine." "What exactly do..." "Why and who did my dad send you to kill?" She asked with the most innocent look plastered on her face. "First of all, do not ever interrupt me and how comes perfect daddy didn't tell his precious daughter of his killings?" I thought the Mafia ran based on trust, no secrets between family members but outsiders.

And it's always a woman named Tamara. "Is this Jason McKennel?" Jeffry snorted. "Why? You're jealous of me getting close to your wife, huh? She's like a diamond, and you'd trade her for shit. That's a shame. However, I'm not as stupid as you. I know what's precious and not, especially when the priceless one gets dumped." "Don't mess with me, Jeffry Allen! You may be able to hide from my stupid father and brother, but don't think I don't know who you are. You're a murderer! And I'll ensure you don't do the same to Emily!"

This time, a hint of fear appeared in the traitor’s eyes. I gave the traitor the antidote, which allowed him to speak again. Then, I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Look. Don Vestri is right over there, but he would rather let his lover kill you than save you. As for Wendy, she would rather kill you herself.” The traitor gritted his teeth. He did not believe that the people he trusted would refuse to save him. “Just watch and see if they’ll save you.” I held the muzzle of my gun to his temple and clicked off the safety.

“Ariella… you’re not alone.” But she barely heard him. Because her gaze had landed on one last document. Pinned low. Old. Yellowed. A police report. The one from the night her father died. Except this version… had details missing from the official record. And one line was circled in red. “Primary suspect remains unidentified.” Ariella’s voice broke as she whispered: “Then who killed my father…?” Rafael stepped forward again. His expression shifted—slowly, almost painfully.

She was the product of an affair between her mother and a Serpentkin. Unable to accept this revelation, he was overcome with rage and died on the spot. Eyes bloodshot, Gareth drew his sword and approached Jillian. "Willow did so much for you, her older sister, but you were cruel enough to kill her." Now that her identity had been exposed, Jillian stopped pretending. She revealed her sharp, crimson fangs and her hideous, massive serpent body.

The years he'd built himself into a weapon. He told her about his first job. A man in a warehouse. The organization said he's a trader who had sold them bad information—people had died because of him. Vincent was fourteen. He didn't check if it was true. He wasn't supposed to. The man looked at him and said, "You're just a kid. Go home." That was worse than a fight. He pulled the trigger anyway. Then he went to a motel and sat on the floor of the shower until the water ran cold. He didn't cry. He just sat there trembling, watching the water go from pink to clear. He told himself the man would have killed someone else. She felt something tighten in her chest. Not fear. Not disgust. Something