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“Telling me exactly what I want to hear, Storm. I can’t wait to see what you do next.” Leaning in close, I dropped my voice to a murmur next to her ear. “Are you this intense when you fuck? Do you bite and claw, pet? Will you leave your mark all over me? Because I will definitely leave my mark all over you.”

She recoiled, her pretty face filled with horror. The pulse in her throat pounded hard. Nothing felt better than seeing her go into panic mode.

“Nothing on this earth could make me willingly touch an egotistical asshole like you,” she vowed, making a promise she would never be able to keep. “Let go of me, you psychopath.”

She jerked hard, trying to free herself from my grasp. Something about the word she’d just used triggered me. A strong accusation. One I may be forced to embody if that’s what she believed. I wouldn’t want to disappoint her.

“Psychopath?” I repeated. “Would you like to see psychopath?”

It was all too easy to force Storm to her knees. Grabbing hold of that braid, I held tight, using it to control her head. I shoved her face against my dick, making sure she felt my hard on against her cheek.

“If you want me to be a psychopath, I’ll happily play the part. Should I start by choking you with my cock? I’ve wanted to watch you take it since I first laid eyes on you.” I grinned down at her, loving the terror in her eyes. I could get used to this.

Storm’s jaw tensed as she clenched her teeth. In a swift motion, her hand came up as she grabbed hold of my balls. Tight.

“All right then,” she said, deadly calm. “Make your next move, Rebel.”

She squeezed hard enough to make my stomach turn. I didn’t see that coming. Maybe I’d underestimated her. This might be more fun than I’d thought.

We stared at one another, neither of us wanting to be the first to back off and let go. Our stare down dragged on from one minute to the next. Her grip seemed to tighten, making my breath come faster. I had no doubt she would crush my balls if this little standoff continued.

We never got the chance to find out. My father’s Rolls Royce turned into the driveway then, forcing us apart. We released each other at the same time.

Storm shoved to her feet, rushing across the yard to her house. After tossing the bag containing the dead bird in the trash bin, I went back inside, smiling to myself. My new neighbor was turning out to be a lot of fun.

CHAPTER SEVEN

REBEL

The following night I sat out front waiting for my friends to arrive. Storm had done a good job avoiding me on campus. Her car was in the driveway, so I knew she was home. My torment of her would have to wait for another day. Business had to be done.

Once all five of us had gathered, we piled into the rental car Dom had picked up earlier that evening, using a fake identity of course. We knew better than to use our own vehicles for a job like this.

Dom drove, the car filled with conversation as we made our way to a neighboring town several miles away. While the rest of us talked shit about a variety of topics, Casper sat silently, his opinions written all over his face. When Stray bragged about screwing two girls at a time the previous weekend at a frat party, Casper frowned, rolled his eyes, and pursed his lips in disbelief. No words needed.

I didn’t have much to add to the discussion. While I should have been focused on the task at hand, my thoughts kept straying back to Storm. Storm Masters. A twenty year old junior with an Instagram account that had kept me scrolling until late last night. Mostly party pics with her friends.

Previous photos of her with blonde hair confirmed my suspicions that she dyed her hair. I liked the red better. It made her eyes shine brighter. From what I could tell, she was single. Not that I cared. Nothing would chase me off now that I’d made her my target.

Pulling out my phone, I went to her account, checking for any new posts. She’d posted to her story. Too bad I couldn’t view it without her seeing that I’d looked. I wasn’t ready for her to know I was this invested.

“Do we need to make any stops on the way?” Dominik asked, glancing over at me. His gaze landed on my phone screen. “Damn, who is this girl? I haven’t seen you this interested in anyone since… well since pretty much ever actually.”

“No stops.” I turned my phone off before shoving it into my pocket. “In and out. Phones off, guys.”

Couldn’t have them pinging off any local towers. Just in case.

We entered the town well after dark. Since one couldn’t simply swipe organs from any random person —they might not be healthy or the right blood type—we’d selected our guy tonight from an organ donation list. A list we’d obtained from a source that hadn’t been cheap. Although after tonight we’d be making our money back and then some.

Once we parked outside the ranch style house, we donned black and white comedy and tragedy masks. Mine was tragedy. Even I thought it was creepy as hell.

I pulled the hood of my black hoodie up to hide my hair. I’d worn a scarf to cover the tattoos on my neck. No identifying features. We weren’t planning to kill this man.

Together we moved as a unit. Stray went ahead, a syringe tucked into his sleeve. Casper brought up the rear, carrying a bag of supplies. We didn’t always do jobs like this ourselves, preferring to hire out any tasks that felt out of our area of expertise.

The med student we often employed for organ harvests was currently out of the country. Jordan had assured us that a simple kidney grab was no big deal. Casper, a human biology student, could handle it with some detailed instruction. Or so we’d been told.

Stray knocked on the door and waited. The rest of us stood back, ready to move when the door opened. No visible cameras. That made this easier. Once the door opened to reveal the man we’d come for, everything happened fast.

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