Jeff X Knife Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching me crumble into nothing. No. Not today. “Yes sir,” I muttered. I forced myself to stand up. Every muscle protested. But I moved anyway, pocketing the knife with a trembling hand. It wasn’t much of a weapon, but it made me feel like I had some control. The pocket knife was a gift from Jamie. A silent request for me to make use of it when need be. At the end of the day, I couldn’t even defend myself with the object. But regardless, it can come in handy sometimes.

Seemed my mate liked a little torture. “What’s your name?” The rogue stayed silent, keeping his lips firmly pressed together. “I see how it’s going to be,” Xander said, voice eerily calm, and walked over to the wall of weapons. He selected a wicked looking knife. I was impressed with his collection. “I guess you’d rather do this the hard way.” The man took one look at the knife and started pulling at his restraints. They were tied way too tight for him to be going anywhere. He shot a pleading look my way and I just raised my brows at him. Where's that nasty glare now?

He pocketed the knife and placed the first aid back in its place. "Why did you do that? He would have died!" Neal whisper yelled. Seriously, what's wrong with this people? Earlier the gunshots and now, throwing knives at each other as if it is ragdoll. "He is one of the three person who mastered knife skills here. They are not fond of guns, but have a way with knives. Jino helps in training and he is a good cook too. And, he is not completely deaf." Kaiden explained. "Do you want anything else?"

He was smiling. Wrong move. “Damien. Cassius.” Moses repeated the name like a slur. “That’s two Latin war crimes and a daddy complex in one breath.” Xavier rolled his shoulders, smoothing the lapels of his coat. “I was going to go with just ‘Xavier,’ but apparently I’m not allowed mystery anymore.” And that was when Mika moved. Six knives. Thrown in under three seconds. They hissed through the air with terrifying precision. One aimed at the jugular. One for the heart. Three at ribs, one at the top of the thigh.

“Harvey is a sharp blade. He’s extremely effective at taking out people like Joseph…” “But if he gets too sharp, he might just cut me instead…” A cold gleam could be seen in Jeff’s eye. His injuries started to ache again.