Jeff X Knife Romane & Geschichten

she demands, gripping the lapels of my suit jacket. “None of your business.” “It’s absolutely my business. You’re on my turf.” Something hard nudges my stomach. When I look down, I see the glint of a knife pressed to my belly. My lip curls up into a sneer. “You and your fucking knives.” Zandra applies the slightest bit of pressure. “Tell me, Xander. Or I’ll gut you where you stand.” “Fucking do it,” I challenge, my words low and downright hateful. I snatch her by the wrist and hold the knife in place. She struggles, but I don’t let go. “Come on, Alessandra. Don’t be a fucking coward.”

Xavier held his breath and closed his eyes, preparing for the worst and as the footsteps got closer, he drew out his sword ready to strike. “Xavier Damon!” Xavier frowned at the familiar voice and walked out to confirm that it was him. “Jaime?” Jaime smiled at him and threw a knife at him. “You should be holding on to that as well,” Jaime smiled. “Kills faster, sneakier and is easy to carry around.” “Thanks,” Xavier said catching the pen knife midair. “What are you doing here. You’re meant to be in the infirmary.” “Killing enemies. What does it look like?” Jaime smiled.

I had kept a knife in my boots, just incase things got ugly and I'd have to fight a real battle. However, this wasn't a battle but still…I'm pretty sure that it'd be good for punctuating holes in someone. I raised the knife up, my main goal was simple. Jam the fùvking into his Skull and watch his bleed. However it was caught short by something. Or someone. “What the fùck? Are you nuts?” Allistair snapped and I paused immediately. My eyes were On Xander as I kept glaring at him but the annoying smile on his lips pissed me off even more and I wished I could start the butchering from there.

A sadistic smile played upon his lips as he issued a chilling ultimatum to those present. "I'll slit her neck if you dare take another step," Jeff declared with a psychopathic grin. "If I can't have her, then neither can you." His hands quivered, and a noticeable sense of impending violence filled the room. In that moment footsteps could be heard from outside, and almost immediately, Arlo, Ryan and Gina interrupted the terrible situation. The abruptness of their entrance caught everyone off guard. Seizing the opportunity, Jeff's focus wavered, resulting in a ghastly graze of the knife along the side of Stacy's neck. Gina, overcome with fear and anguish, emitted a hoarse and raspy scream at t

And took out a small knife from his pants pocket. "I thought you only carry a gun with you for your protection, but now I see you carry a knife along with the gun",, Amelia sai,d, looking at the knife in Xavier's hand. "I keep this knife with me to heal my wounds in such a situation," Xavier said and cut his shirt with the knife. Amelia looked at the bullet hole in Xavier's body and she was horrified. She saw not one but two bullet marks on his stomach. Xavier saw Amelia's terrified face and said, "If you can't bear this scene, look away."

Time was ticking away slowly for Gregory as he tried to keep himself busy waiting on the phone call from his parents. Jeff had just finished ensuring that the silver hunting knives were all still in their special cases so that they would not tarnish. The lists seemed to be accurate and Yolanda, whom looked after the armory claimed she had found nothing wrong with the numbers. She’d been annoyed at having her numbers come into question. She prided herself in doing her work.

All the deceptions, all the sorrow poured out of me, concentrating my strength. "Destroy it all!" I growled, holding him in place. "You're done!" He squirmed beneath me, his eyes wide with horror. "You wouldn't kill your own father, Jeffery." I froze, my heart pounding. He decided to reach into his jacket and pull out a small hidden knife. Panic set in as "Jeffery!" Cassie screamed. Instinct. I tightened my fingers around his wrist, twisting it brutally. The knife landed harmlessly on the ground. Through rage and exhaustion, I struck him on the jaw with my fist and knocked him out cold beneath me.

Current timestamp. Live feed. Jeff's fist went through the laptop screen. "No. No." But the coordinates kept blinking in the corner of the ruined display. Somewhere in Kyoto. Waiting. *** The private jet hummed through the night, but the silence between us was louder. Jeff hadn't spoken since Kyoto flashed on the screen—just methodically destroyed every piece of electronics in the motel room before dragging me to a black-market airfield. Now he sat across from me, sharpening a combat knife with violent precision, his father's dog tags gleaming around his neck. The same tags I'd seen in that damning video.

He couldn't accept being humiliated by this mafia boss. Jeff was satisfied with Cylo. He continued to dodge this sweet man's attacks, blocking them several times. However, Cylo's attacks became increasingly reckless, making it impossible for him to keep dodging. Finally, Jeff blocked Cylo's right hand, which was holding the knife, causing it to slip, and then he punched the sweet man in the stomach. “Arrggghh!” Cylo screamed while holding his stomach. “Oh, sorry.” Jeff immediately panicked and unconsciously approached him. He felt guilty for hitting Cylo too hard. Moreover, he knew that this sweet man had also been slightly injured in a fight with his men earlier.

Jaxon dropped from the second-story mezzanine like a massive, predatory shadow. He didn't use a firearm. He landed directly on the squad leader, the sheer kinetic force of his heavily muscled frame driving the mercenary face-first into the marble with a sickening crunch. Before the other five men could even pivot their rifles, Jaxon drove his combat knife up through the ballistic gap under the second man's jaw, a dark, volatile grin painted across his face in the crimson light. "Welcome to the penthouse, boys!" Jaxon roared, ripping the blade free and using the falling body as a human shield against a frantic burst of suppressed gunfire.