The True Story Of Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

Jealous? My vision went dark. Even breathing hurt like hell. We grew up relying on each other in the mob-ruled streets. To escape that shithole, we studied like crazy to get into college. I treated him as the love of my life, and Scarlett as a little sister I swore to protect. But it turned out he wasn't a slum orphan. He was the lost heir of the Falcone family. On Graduation night ten years ago, a rival syndicate sent hitmen to stop him from returning to his family. Julian took three stabs for me and fell off the bridge into the freezing rapids.

"Well, here's the thing—about three week after the financial issues started, Jeffrey and his wife were killed in that crash. The driver was said to be drunk, but when I dug deeper, I found something that didn’t quite add up." He opened his laptop, pulling up a separate file. "The ‘drunk driver’ passed his breathalyzer test at the scene. Not only that, but the driver was one of Oliver James’ transport guys. And get this—he had a massive deposit in his account two months before the crash. The timing is too perfect." I was starting to piece it together. "So you’re saying this driver, who supposedly killed Jeffrey and his wife, was paid off?" Miller nodded grimly. "Exactly. But that’s not all. T

Jeff laughed for the first time “You don’t get it. He has trust issues so he personally inspects whoever goes in there. No one goes in without his consent.” “I see. Thanks for your cooperation.” Francisco rose from the chair. Jeff smiled a little, but when Francisco turned off the safety of the gun, Jeff’s countenance changed. “you promised.” “I did.” Francisco replied “but there was no agreement on how long.” He pulled the trigger, putting a shot through Jeff’s head. Francisco proceeded to bring in the dead bodies of Jeff’s guard into the house before setting the place ablaze. Then he left.

My pleas for justice went nowhere; every report I filed vanished, and my efforts were met only with assassination threats from Silas himself. Before the coma took me completely, I had one last period of lucidity. The law couldn't touch him. A gang war would be suppressed. I needed a show. We, the victims' families who had nowhere else to turn, united to stage a spectacle so bloody, so bizarre, that the entire world would be unable to look away. Since no one would care about the lives of low-level mobsters, we had to make the story known to the entire world. The nine "dead" soldiers never died.

I said, ignoring his dismissive tone. "That case was closed over a year ago," Jeff sighed, rubbing his temples. "Don't cause a ruse, Valerie. We’ve been through this." "Why? Because you want to believe I killed them, just like the rest of the world? Or because you think I’ve gone eccentric and it’s easier to ignore a crazy woman than it is to do your job? Which one is it, Jeff?" Jeff sank into his seat, a long, heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Your parents died in a tragic accident. It was an open-and-shut case."

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?”

Jeff pretended to be angry, “he is a real villain, a loathsome rogue. The only thing he can do is lie and cheat. Back at the hotel, he deceived you and traded you for your father’s property. Now he lies to you again, because he wants you to be his baby machine. If I were you, I would punish him for what he did, Luna. I will even … kill him.” Amelia grabbed his shoulders fiercely, acting enraged by what Jeff had just told her, “Tell me how?! Tell me how to kill that fucking bastard!” Jeff was startled by her aggression, but he was thrilled to see Amelia fall into his trap. He swept Amelia’s hands from his shoulders, then persuaded her in a placid tone, “Take it easy, Luna, we must do it caref

“And then what is the connection between the accounting guy, the mysterious person buying out the shares, and Bernard Gary. What connection do they have to the slush funds, the paper company used for money laundering, and Kim's kidnapping?” “Maybe we should ask Mrs Pearce she was—” “No!” I interrupted Jeff immediately. “We're not bringing my wife into this, and we're not asking her details about her kidnapping either” “I'm sorry, sir, it was… it was thoughtless of me” Jeff apologised, and I waved my hand, dismissing the issue. I know we can find some information if we ask Kim, but I can't bear to open up the memory I have successfully helped her forget. “I believe we can say Jake was killed

Just then, Jeff walked in through the door, and finding me in a few seconds, he darted to the table. After ordering two bottles of whisky, I narrated everything to him. "Jeez! I can't imagine how you are feeling right now. This is a lot to take in. But you did the right thing by coming to me. We will get through this together." Jeff uttered, his face etched with concern. "I still can't believe it, Jeff! My wife, the mother of my unborn baby, lied about her ex-husband being dead! And not just that, the idiot is the one who kidnapped the girls!" I sighed, nodding my head in disbelief.

Cierce asked, concerned. I nodded slowly. “It's not exactly a nightmare, more like a memory.” Cierce's expression turned serious. “What memory?” I took a deep breath before sharing. “Before we reached the pack, we were with Caleb. We found out that he was one of those responsible for the boys' kidnapping.” Cierce's eyes widened in surprise. “How do you mean, one of those responsible? Were there others?” I nodded, reliving those dark memories. “Jeff was involved too. I found him on the roadside, but unfortunately, he was killed.”