Jeff The Killer Unedited Novels & Stories

“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

OSCAR'S POV I was right, the next words that came from my son made me want to murder him and rip him into shreds. Jeff froze between us, he looked at me, then back at Brian who felt like he had come up with the greatest idea. “You have to calm down, you remember the promise you made.” Jeff mindlinked me “I am going to kill him.” I responded and my wolf was with me on this one. In fact, he was oddly quiet and on the surface, waiting for me to shift.

Then, as my breathing slowed, memories came crashing back. Jeff didn’t kill me. He could have… he should have. He had the perfect opportunity, but at the last moment, he loosened his grip. I remembered gasping for air, my throat burning, my lungs screaming. I coughed uncontrollably, my body convulsing from the lack of oxygen. Jeff had stepped back, looking at me like I was something disgusting on the bottom of his shoe. Then, with a scoff, he poured water into a glass from the dispenser. He placed it on the table in front of me.

Like he couldn’t look away even if it hurt. They got dropped off at Roland’s place since it was closer. The door clicked shut behind them and the silence hit hard. No cameras. No crowd. Just them. Jeffery kicked off his shoes and dropped onto the couch. Roland sat next to him, close but not touching. “Talk to me,” Roland said softly. “What’s going on in your head?” Jeffery rubbed his face. “Everything. The video. The whispers. You jumping in like my hero today. It’s too much, man. I wanted to disappear on that stage.”

"It was her! She used your phone to reverse the money that was supposed to save my father's life! She was the one who got my father beaten to death! "And you, Jeff! What were you doing at the time? You were taking pictures with this murderer! You shameless pair of adulterers should both pay for my father's life!!!" My scream exploded through the ballroom like a bomb. Jeff's face instantly turned deathly pale. He stared at me, and for the very first time, panic appeared in his eyes. "Carol! Shut up!" He lunged toward me, trying to cover my mouth, but I shoved him away violently.

" I hung up and immediately walked to the entrance, locked the security door from the inside, and slipped the key into my pocket. Then I opened my banking app and checked everything one last time. Over the past few days, I'd transferred all our shared assets and my personal savings into my own account, under the pretext of buying property and making investments for Amy. Sam was left with only the dirty cash he intended to use for bribery… which had just been handed over to the charlatans by his own mother. This demonic den of ignorance, selfishness, and bloodshed had finally reached its collapse. Bam bam bam! "Police! Whoever's inside, open up!" Within ten minutes, the sharp sound of sirens

I could not meet his eyes. “So it is,” he said, voice breaking. “You’re really doing this to us because of her? Skye, she’s gone. She died when you were nineteen. You’re twenty-four now. That was five years ago—” “But her killers are still out there walking free,” I cut in. My voice shook hard and rose. “They didn’t die like my mother. The system did nothing. She was the only parent we had. We never even knew our dad. You know the whole story. Every night I close my eyes and I still see her face. I still hear her voice telling me to be strong. And you think I can just accept it and move on? Never! I can’t sleep knowing they’re laughing somewhere while she’s in the ground.”

Most importantly, his killer aura was palpable. “Arrgghhh!!” screamed two Blood mafia members as Jeff grabbed their heads with force. Bang! Jeff slammed their heads together, killing them both instantly. After that, he looked back at the Blood mafia members in front of him. “Tsk, how dare you try to kill my future wife?” he said, then returned to slaughtering the mafia members. The front yard was in complete chaos due to the arrival of Jeff, Law, and the Black Wolf mafia members. The sound of gunshots mixed with screams of pain. Tonight was truly a terrible night, with blood splattered all over the ground.

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

When I could finally get out of bed, a few reporters came to the ward. Before Ryan introduced them, I could already recognize their faces. They set up their equipment, and Ryan sat opposite me again. I unhappily shook the handcuffs around my wrists. “The doctor should have said that it’s a miracle that I’m still alive, right? “With my current health condition, do you think I could flip out and hurt someone? Are you that afraid?” The reporters were already wearing dark expressions in the face of someone like me, who killed her own family. When they saw that I still dared to joke, they immediately mocked me back.