CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CASPER
Watching Luna take off tested me in every way. I wanted so desperately to go after her. To stop her and make her see things my way. She was still new to all of this. She needed time. So I let her go.
I paced the halls, frustrated by our conversation.
I didn’t understand why she was willing to let someone like Professor Fucking Creeper get away with that kind of behavior.
He was a manipulative fucker using a position of power to get what he wanted from students.
He wouldn’t be getting it from Luna. Not on my watch.
Skipping out on my next class, I hung around near his classroom. Waiting for him to leave for the day. I had told Luna I intended to protect her, and that’s exactly what I planned to do.
I fired off a text to the guys, letting them know that I wouldn’t be around for a while. I had something to take care of. Personal business. I hadn’t yet decided exactly what I was going to do with him. When the time came, I would let my shadow side choose.
Luna may never forgive me for what I was about to do. That didn’t stop me. This fucker was all mine. He would be sorry he ever said a wrong word to my girl.
It was well after four o’clock when the professor finally left for the day. The daylight had begun to fade as darkness crept in. This time of year the sun set much earlier. A helpful ally for my plan.
Keeping my distance, I tailed him to the parking lot, making sure nobody else was around. My gaze strayed over to the dorm on the other side of the lot. Luna was so close. I wanted so badly to go to her. That would have to wait until I’d finished.
I watched as the professor unlocked the door of a newer model Toyota. Before he was able to slip into the driver’s seat, I approached from behind. A solid punch in the back of his head stunned him. He fell against the side of the car, doing his best to grip the door as he went down on his knees.
Casting one more glance around at our surroundings, I wrapped an arm around his throat from behind, quickly choking him unconscious. He was soon splayed out on the ground at my feet. Too easy.
Since most modern day trunks have safety releases on the inside, I used his own belt to tightly bind his arms behind his back.
Popping the trunk, I tossed him inside. For good measure, I used a sweater I found in the back seat and tied it around his face.
Then I got into the driver seat myself and pulled out of the campus parking lot.
It was easy enough to rent a motel room at the shittiest location on the edge of town.
One of those places that was all too happy to take cash and a fake name.
The kind of place that enabled me to pull the car right up to the room and enter from the outside.
Nobody saw me drag the professor into the room, and if they had, they probably wouldn’t care.
Anybody frequenting this place was already up to no good.
I used the bedsheets to tie his arms and legs to the frame. Now conscious and terrified, he screamed for help until I stuffed his socks into his mouth. Unfortunately, I hadn’t come entirely prepared. I fired off a text to Dom, asking him to bring me a few supplies.
The professor’s muffled cries got inside my head, pulling out my other side. Sick of listening to him attempt to scream and beg, I furiously typed a message on my phone before holding it over his face for him to read. It didn’t matter if he saw my face now. He wasn’t leaving this room alive.
Shut the fuck up or else you die. Got it?
He nodded vigorously, tears silently streaming down his face to soak the ratty pillow beneath him. Keeping an eye on the time, I kept checking out the window for Dominik’s arrival. I was eager to get started.
Needing the professor to know why he was here, I typed one more time. In case you haven’t figured it out, this is because you made the mistake of asking my girl to spread her legs for you. A mistake you’ll never make again.
His muffled response was nonsensical. I knew he was pleading his case. Begging for mercy. Nothing he had to say mattered to me.
Finally, Dominik arrived. I opened the door to let him in before closing and locking it again. He took one look at the man tied to the bed and chuckled.
“What do we have here? Is this a little side project of yours?” He handed me the bag he held. The two large coolers of ice he placed on the floor.
“Something like that,” I signed. “This fucker asked Luna to spread her legs for him so he could eat her sweet pussy.”
Dom nodded in understanding. “Ahh, I see. Obviously he has to die now.”
Even though there was amusement in his tone, he wasn’t entirely joking. He knew I was serious. I didn’t play around with shit like this.
I opened the bag he brought, finding everything I needed inside. First, I selected the blood type kit. If I was going to kill this bastard, I might as well make some money off of him as well.
It didn’t take long to draw some blood with the lancet and test for his type.
O positive. Not quite as good as negative but pretty solid.
I then sent a text to Rebel telling him to get a hold of buyers we had waiting for organs compatible with that blood type.
I was taking everything this guy had. Liver, kidneys, heart. The works.
I’d been taking human biology and learned plenty about the human body. I’d taken it upon myself to dig up some dark web videos on how to successfully remove organs. Although I didn’t have a lot of experience yet, I’d done a few kidneys without issue. I was pretty sure I could handle this.
“Are you sure about this, dude?” Dom asked. “Should we call Jordan?”
Jordan was the med student we employed to help in situations like this. His last job for us hadn’t gone so well. I wasn’t sure he could work under this kind of pressure.
I shook my head. I would handle this one myself.
It wasn’t nearly as satisfying to shoot him up with anesthetic as it would have been to simply choke the life out of him with my own hands. However, I still derived some satisfaction from having Dominik tell him exactly what we were going to do to him.
The professor went into full panic mode. Thrashing about on the bed. Pulling desperately on the sheets that held him tied down. Once I stuck the needle into his vein, that all came to an abrupt end.
Dom helped me spread a plastic sheet out beneath the unconscious man. I didn’t want a huge mess to clean up. Since he was a good friend, Dom hung around to help me out. Following my instructions.
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to salvage every organ, but I was willing to try. Saving the heart for last, I got started with the kidneys. They were simple enough. I’d done that before. After some careful surgery, each kidney found its way into a cooler filled with ice. I targeted the liver next.
Most of the people on our organ waitlist knew any organ they received would be illegally obtained. They had made their peace with that. They also knew that it was up to them to secure a doctor willing to perform the surgery at a moment’s notice.
Many of them were rich folks who didn’t want to wait in line. Some of them were taking out serious loans and second mortgages to cover the costs. Others were probably getting the money through illegal means. None of that meant anything to us. It was only our job to supply the product.
Rebel was understandably surprised when I told him I would hopefully have several organs for him to appease some of the demand.
The buyers knew there was a chance the organ wouldn’t be any good by the time it reached them, even though we did our best to move swiftly.
If the organ was no good, the buyer simply remained on the waitlist for another one.
Black market organ sales hadn’t been on our radar when we started this organization.
We started off with simple shit. Street drugs and weapons.
Hard to get pharmaceuticals. When a desperate multimillionaire approached us, begging for help getting his wife a new kidney, we’d realized how lucrative the organ business could be. The rest was history.
“Holy shit, that’s disgusting,” Dom laughed, watching me carefully remove the man’s liver. “You’re a fucking mad man, you know that? Remind me not to piss you off.”
I grinned, trying to stay focused. Unfortunately, we had no hospital machinery to let us know if this guy coded. The blood loss was intense. I wasn’t sure we would manage to take the heart before he died on us.
The heart ended up being a no go. I didn’t have the right tools to break open his chest and safely remove it in time. The fucker died on us. Oh well. The heart remained that golden ticket we just couldn’t get our hands on. Yet.
When the organs we managed to obtain were safely locked away in their coolers, we cleaned up the scene the best we could. Rolling the professor up in the plastic sheet, we stuffed him back into the trunk of his car. I drove the car with Dominik following in his blacked out Audi.
We left the professor’s car in the middle of a farmer’s field, setting it ablaze before we drove off. Our next stop was the graveyard where we met Rebel and three buyers at the church. The handoff went smoothly, and we pocketed a substantial amount of money.
“Do I even want to know?” Rebel asked after the buyers left.
I shrugged, still feeling robbed of a truly violent scenario. My hands moved as I signed, “Luna’s professor thought he was entitled to what’s between her legs. He was wrong.”
Rebel and Dom exchanged a look before Rebel said, “Understood. Don’t get me wrong, Casper, I appreciate the business, but I just have to ask…
Do you think you might be getting a little too fixated on Luna Burke?
Hey, I get it. You know I do. Still, we can’t have too many bodies dropping around us.
I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret. ”
They thought I was getting in too deep. That I’d do something crazy. They were probably right. This was pretty fucking crazy, wasn’t it? I could’ve just beat the crap out of the guy and left it alone. That hadn’t been good enough for me.
I saw the way they were looking at me. Wondering if I would endanger us all. I would never let that happen.
“No worries,” I signed. “I’ll be careful. I know what I’m doing.”
Rebel clapped a hand on my shoulder. “God help anyone who looks at your girl the wrong way. Don’t get your ass locked up, Casper. We need you.”
He left me with those final words. While he headed back home to his wife, Dom drove me back to campus to pick up my car. He didn’t contribute to Rebel’s words of warning. He didn’t have to.
I understood their concern. However, Rebel had killed for Storm. Stray had killed for Codie. We were not the good guys. And I was just fine with that.