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.

Jeff spoke again, his voice stern, "Why did you do this?" "Jeff..." Fidel opened his mouth, but an overwhelming sense of unease filled him. Jeff took the medical record and, in front of everyone, ripped it into pieces with a swift, clean motion. "I called you Fidel because you don't deserve the title of 'doctor!'"

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.”

"Are you incapable of understanding human language? My father is dead. You got him killed. While you were busy taking pictures with that assistant of yours, the kidnappers beat him to death." Dead silence fell outside the door. After a long while, Jeff finally spoke again. His voice carried the faintest tremor—along with even greater disbelief. "You… you're making up stories again? You'd even tell a lie like this just to gain sympathy? Carol, you really disappoint me." Leaning against the door, I closed my eyes. Disappoint him? Who exactly had disappointed whom? "Get lost." "Carol!" "GET LOST!!!" I slammed my foot hard against the door, the impact making Jeff stumble back with a startled cur

" 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.