Author's Notes
To the guest who asked about Mr. Heisenberg being from Resident Evil 8, his name is from there but I am portraying like Mads Mikkelsen! And for your suggestion, I usually center my OCs around AA woman, but if I ever find a movie or show that I could go with a NA woman I may consider it!
11
Minverva's POV
I don't know how many whore's Mr. Heisenberg has been with, but I honestly didn't care. He enjoyed playing with my body, he enjoyed trying things out to see what would happen. Most men just wanted the power and enjoyment that came from the penetration, and even though the German was no different, he enjoyed watching my face as I couldn't hold back the moans that came from my lips. At the moment he had me on my back, legs almost over my head as his three fingers hammered away at my insides. I was panting and sweating and moaning uncontrollably as I felt my muscles tightening around his fingers. Juices were pouring out of my sensitive slit now and he smiled viciously at this.
I screamed out as I felt my guts tightening and mixing up, my muscles are aching from cumming again. He leans over into my face growling out in pleasure before capturing my lips viciously.
After our meeting, I lied on my side sighing gently as he stood at the end of my bed putting his clothes back on. I slowly rolled over to look at him.
"Why did I have to witness the killing today? Why not get Sarah?" I asked softly. Once he was fully dressed, Mr. Heisenberg looked at me, eyes calm and hidden of emotion once more.
"Shauna trusts you… she knows you are the embodiment of pure survival. She knows if the coppers come asking questions, you won't betray her and say anything." he replied. I was inwardly stunned by this answer. I didn't think Shauna would see me in such high regard like that. I simply nodded and he nodded and moved from the door without another word.
Well he was definitely right, I would never betray Shauna's trust. She took me in off the street, clothed and fed me. She had my undying loyalty and now I knew she knew that. The upcoming days were slow. I didn't make a lot of money but that was okay. Sunday came around and Shauna allowed me to accompany her on a few errands. We made it to the Five Points and I just quietly stood behind her as she spoke with different people. She was good at bargaining to get what she needed. The dress she wore was that of a business woman, black with pockets and a nice hat with flowers in it. She was cleaner than I was, I was sure. I was in a yellow dress with a brown shawl over my shoulders. I held whatever she wanted me to hold. She paid for an apple from a short looking man and handed it to me. I smiled and ate it quietly as I followed behind her.
Suddenly she stopped and I paused as well.
"Oh no, no go away Mr. Vallon!" she snapped. I now looked over her shoulder to see the curly haired man raise his hands. I noticed cuts and bruises on his face and hands.
"Now now, Shauna, I didn't come to fight, but wanted to pay for the damages me and my lads caused to your brothel." he said. He was with a few of his men, and a small child stuck his head out from around his father's coat. He blinked curiously up at me and I blinked down at him before catching Priest's eyes on me. Shauna looked him over and motioned her head toward the nearest alley way. Of course, you never do business with money out in the open of the five points. The two moved off to the side and the rest of us followed. Shauna looked over her shoulders at me and held up two books to me tied together by a belt.
"Minnie, Mr. Cunningham will be expecting these books. Bring them to him and go straight back to the brothel." she said and I nodded. Mr. Cunningham was a blacksmith who Shauna was wanting me to teach to read. But the prideful man would never allow a woman, let alone a negress teach him anything about anything.
"Yes ma'am." I replied before giving Priest a quick glance. He gave a faint smile before I turned and began to walk into the crowd. I passed many different faces of both white and colored and made sure to always keep my eyes ahead. I made sure not to stare too long at anyone I had seen in a hang. I did not want to get mugged or knifed in the Five Points. I saw the familiar shop and was tense now as I noticed it was not too far from the butcher shop. I paid no mind to it however, and paused across the street from the open black smith's door. Coloreds were not allowed inside Mr. Cunningham's shop unless he personally waved them in. I could hear him banging away with his massive hammer. I simply waited for him to stop and turn his attention elsewhere. Finally, he saw me and I just held up the books. He looked a bit disgruntled but waved me over and I walked over and inside.
"Good morning, Mr. Cunningham. I brought you these books from Shauna." I replied and he snatched them away from me and looked them over. I was sure these were Shauna's and she was just lending them to him. He was a tall, large man with sweaty arms and chest hair that puffed through his sweat stained shirt.
"Well be on your way then!" he yelled. I nodded quickly and turned to move from the store. Wouldn't want him losing business because of my existence. I began to walk down the street, my home, the only thing in sight. However, someone stepped out from behind the side of the butcher's shop. I knew this man in a nice coat and top hat. He was one of the men who escorted me to Bill when he called upon me the last time. Now he just smirked and crossed his arms leaning against the shop motioning his head inside. My shoulders fell as I pouted. What now!
"Girl!" I heard the chilling tone of The Butcher himself. My jaw tightened as I finally turned toward the door and moved inside. I was met with the smell of guts and other fowl smells as I walked through the shop. Men were sitting all around, a few with women on their laps. Soft music was played on the side by a man I had never seen before. In the back I could see Bill standing in front of a dead pig, it's entire stomach open. He was wearing his usual white button up with black pants and a bloody apron around him. I slowly made my way toward him, his men watching me as I did. The man from outside stood inside blocking the door. Once I close enough for his comfort, he held his hand up for me to stop and I did. His face was swollen and bruised.
"Yes, Bill?" I asked calmly, respectfully. He removing some organs from the pig when he looked back at me and then away.
"You enjoy that scrap you saw the other night?" he asked and I was confused. Was he really asking me that? I looked at him carefully and he glanced at me annoyed.
"You got sand in your ears?" he asked. I cleared my throat.
"Did you really call a negress off the street into your whites only shop to ask me if I enjoyed your brawl?" I asked instead. Now he paused and looked back at me almost stunned. Immediately all the music stopped and I just stood there knowing full well getting uppity like I just had would earn me a rope around my neck. I fought the shaking of my body as I continued to stare at him and suddenly he busted out laughing and finally all of his men did the same. I still didn't feel safe and my posture showed it.
"Girl you've got sand!" he laughed. I just looked down hiding my embarrassment. He then put his knife down and began to wipe his hands on his apron before approaching me. I let my head fall further to the ground as he looked down on me. He knew I didn't want to be in here. "Gots a question for ya." I looked up at him now wondering what he could want.
"Yes?"
"Your German dogs at the brothel… can any of them write and read?" he asked. A strange question. I shook my head.
"I do not know. It would be out of line for a woman like me to ask." I replied. That we both knew. Bill nodded muttering some before looking over my head.
"Wait outside!" he suddenly yelled and I tensed as I could hear movement from behind me. Everyone seemed to be moving outside the shop and it made me even more cautious of what was going to happen. Once the door closed, Bill exhaled through his nose and turned from me.
"I want to buy your time." he said moving to pick up his knife again. I watched him as he moved to carve up the pig again. After thinking over his words, I felt my shoulder loosen a bit.
"If you give Shauna money I am sure she will let you and your men back in the brothel." I replied. Whoring outside of the brothel was bad for Shauna's business. If you made money under her name and not under her roof you're banished from the brothel.
"I ain't talking about fucking." Bill said but seemed to pause immediately at his words as he looked ahead as if he had an idea. "Actually, that is a part of the time."
Now I was confused and I tilted my head some.
"What are you talking about?" I asked lightly and Bill turned to me walking over to me, knife in hand. But I kept my eyes on his as he stood over me now.
"You're going to teach me to read and I'll pay you in return." he said. Now I was completely thrown off. He wiggled his head some. "And in between lessons we'll fuck."
Normal POV
The rest of the Natives were standing around talking and walking about lazily until a figure appeared on the opposite side of the street from them. Most were familiar with the German who fought them the night before.
Markus Heisenberg stood there calm and collectively watching as the men began to huddle together and glare at him.
"Gentlemen," he said looking at the group of men before him. "You all have something I want."
