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He didn't care if he was wet or not, he just laid me on top of the bed and kissed me deeply once more. His forehead was pressed into my own and his fingers curled around my neck gently above my collar before sliding down my skin and resting a few inches above my chest. My arms snaked under his arm pits connecting above his back. I felt him bite my bottom lip and tug at it softly which caused me to emit a soft moan.

His tongue pushed lightly into mouth and I could feel the heat arise in my chest and move downward through my body and soon between my legs. His fingers lightly moved and groped my breasts softly. After our tongues wrestle each other, his lips start to trail down my neck and over the collar and further down until they were between my breasts. He moved to the right and bit right down on it causing me to inhale sharply and silently. His other hand massaged my other breast giving it attention. He squeezed my nipples hard and it caused me to whimper out gently.

I expected him to go between my legs, but he didn't this time. He moved back up to me his face inches from mine and he just looked down at me. I forget sometimes that one eye isn't real. But then again I was never in a position to stare up at his face for this long of a time. His eyes were soft and…caring. Those two feelings were not something I ever thought would be able to describe Bill the Butcher, the King of the Five Points.

We were staring at each other for such a long time, that I did not realize his fingers had gone around my neck and suddenly I hear a click and I almost jump at the sound, for I had never heard it before. It was right in my ear and my brain couldn't process what it was. I couldn't process it to save my life. I feel something moving off my neck, sliding away from it. I looked down at it and was at a loss of words and thought.

It was my collar staring down at me, the collar Bill had placed on me the day the Five Points went to war two years ago. The day Priest was killed. Why did he take it off, what did it mean?

"If you ever remove this collar… I will kill you."

I never really did it when Bill was around, but sometimes I would loosen my collar in order to clean my neck when bathing. I think Bill had caught me one time, but he didn't say anything to me. I was mildly nervous, my body giving a soft tremble as I looked from it to Bill. What was he thinking right now? He then moved his hand to the side and dropped the collar on the ground. What did it mean, should I ask him? No, I didn't want to ruin such a night. I lightly lifted my hand to graze it across his right cheek. He was so warm and soft. I did a good job bathing him today. He leaned down and kissed me slowly, his mustache tickling my lips.

He settled his body between mine and without any other preparation slid himself inside me. I gave a soft sigh at the feeling of him being fully sheathed inside me and it felt good. His hips already started to move against mine, and I answered quite too eagerly. His right hand tangled themselves into my hair and I hear him grunting in my ear as he starts to move a bit faster. My legs wrapped around his waist and I was panting and moaning like a female dog in heat. Our bodies moved in perfect unison.

He held me tighter to his body clutching on to me, clinging on to me as he moved harder inside me. I could feel him in my stomach almost and it felt amazing. I whimpered out feeling him already hit that special spot inside me. He leaned up now so he could look at me and my eyes were clouded with lust as they stared back up at him. My fingers trailed down his lean but muscular chest all the way down to his abdomen. His pants were ragged and his moans were deep like a strong male.

It didn't feel like he was fucking me, no he'd be more vicious and wild with his thrusts. He pushed all the way inside me for a short moment before continuing to thrust again. He was- is making love to me. I felt no discomfort or soreness between my legs, but with Bill something the pleasure and pain felt the same. But this was definitely pleasure. Without much warning, I came hard my muscles tightened down on his shaft and after a few more thrusts he groaned hard and I feel his hot cum shoot inside me coating my walls. We are panting unevenly now, and he leaned down and kissed me gently. I was exhausted and tired from earlier events in the day and now my mind was already going black and silent.

"I set you free." I heard a male voice in the back of my head say or maybe it was Bill. I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, and slowly my eyes open and they're still very tired. I open my eyes more and see that I'm alone in bed. I sat up and looked around wondering if Bill was in the room, but I didn't see him. I got up from the bed and looked around before moving from the room and down the hall. I could hear people down stairs in the shop and I knew Bill had decided to start his day. It was a slow process, but he had managed to get his shop going again.

I moved back to my room and got dressed. I brushed my hair down and did them in two long braids down my shoulders. Then I put on a black and red dress and some long black boots and left the room. I moved down the stairs and saw most of Bill's men carrying in large crates filled with something. Meanwhile, Bill was standing on the side with a dead sheep below him. He was carving it up with his apron around his body. He looked busy and focused and I knew not to disturb him. I planned to turn from him, when he saw me.

"Angeni. Come here." he called out. I nodded and moved up to him and he put some paper in my hand and a wad of cash. "This is some things I need in town. You get them and you come right back."

I looked over the list. They were just a bunch of knives and meat cutting tools needed for a butcher. I nodded and looked up at him placing the money in my dress pocket.

"Okay." I replied and moved around him only for him to catch my hand. I looked at him and have me a firm look.

"Come. Straight. Back." he replied. I nodded once more.

"Yeah I got it." I replied. He looked my face over once before letting my hand go and going back to his meat cutting. It's been a while since he sent me on an errand, but he did need new tools after a while. I went down to the five points, and even though I was alone getting looks from everyone I passed by, I wasn't disturbed. I was at this market shop which had displayed all kinds of knives and things.

"A classy lady like yourself, shouldn't be at the market alone when there's nothing but men around." a deep Scottish voice said. I did not let my eyes leave the knives before me.

"Colored folk aren't classy. They do what they have to do to survive…which makes me wonder if you no longer wish to survive since you have decided to fight the Butcher." I answered. There was silence for a moment, and out of the corners of my eyes I could see him standing on the other side of the stands observing the sharp knives.

"I am not going to fight him, I am going to kill him." he answered.

"Shopping for weapons for the upcoming event?" I asked finally looking up at him.

"No are you?" he asked finally looking up at me as well. Most of the people around me blocked out our conversation, so there was no way attention would be brought to us. I stared at him for a long while and shook my head.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked. He looked back at me with the same look of confusion and misunderstanding as me.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked. I shook my head.

"Because it's life, because it's survival, because my skin is darker than yours meaning I am below anyone whose skin happens to be lighter than mines." I replied. Alexander shook his head.

"You aren't treated like the other colored's here. You're protected." he said. I nodded.

"I am surviving." I replied.

"I am doing it for an entire race of people." he said now moving around the stand so now he was in front of me. I turned from him some and continued to look around at the other knives so I wouldn't draw attention.

"Then why do you continue to see me…to follow me?" I asked. In seconds I was pulled off the market streets and dragged between to brick houses, my back pressed into the wall. He looked down at me with a deep stare.

"Do you really have to ask?" he asked in a low yet gentle tone.