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MwaM; Ch 13: Fifty Shades of Ouch!
🕑 Added 2025-07-27 11:41:21 +0000 UTCHello there, this is chapter 13 of Merc with a Mouth.
Author's Note: Hello there, this is chapter 13 of Merc with a Mouth. I really hope you will like it.
Also, congratulations to our Guildmasters: Camo, I am Lord Dems, StormFox, RyanMK666, PenguGoesVroom, Hydrus Black and Darth Josh! 😇🥰
Now, without any further ado....Let's begin!
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Merc with a Mouth
-Dev Sagittarius Black
~~Chapter 13: Fifty Shades of Ouch!~~
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The Ritz Paris
Paris, France
“That’s a good view, Mr. LeStang.” A soft, almost musical voice said, “The Eiffel Tower looks especially beautiful from here….don’t you think?”
“The tower has always been beautiful, Ms. Harrington,” LeStang said, smirking as he slowly poured the vintage champagne into two flute glasses. “I am more interested in the woman admiring it.”
The woman smiled, her violet eyes sparkling with amusement as she glanced back at the man, “Oh?” Her voice danced with amusement. “A man who knows what he wants? Almost unheard of now."
“Well, I don’t like to play around like weak men; it’s not my way.” He waved off, “I don’t negotiate with my desires; when I want something beautiful, I claim it, one way or another.” He stopped, gently picking up the two glasses, and waddled towards the gorgeous blonde. “I am one of a kind, Evelyn—I hope you don’t mind me calling you Evelyn?”
“From you?” She gave a coquettish smile. “I don’t think I’d mind anything, Mr. LeStang.”
“Call me Lucien.” He grinned, his golden tooth peeking from behind his lips. “Join me.” He offered her a glass, gently clinking with it before he took a small sip. The rich and creamy taste of the well-balanced and aged champagne gradually coated his taste buds.
Lucien LeStang was a heavily built forty-seven-year-old business tycoon from France. The man came from old money and was said to be in the top twenty of the richest Frenchmenof the century, all thanks to his family’s wealth and his multiple business ventures, which were doing quite well in their markets.
The man was well known for being quite ruthless, cunning, and conniving in his work. Often taking strong, ruthless decisions and being involved with a few of the lesser-mannered individuals of the society whom he hired to work for him when he wanted a particular deal to go his way.
The man was also quite famous, or infamous—depending on who told the tale—for his taste in women and his rather extravagant parties, which he hosted once a month to garner the attention of everyone who'd be interested in doing business with him.
Tonight had been one such evening where he threw a grand party to celebrate seventy-five years of his company, and in that party he came across the blonde beauty who stood smiling before him as she took another sip of her champagne.
Making sure to maintain eye contact…ensuring that the intentions are as clear as possible…and that both of them understand that they are as impure as they could portray.
“The night is young, Evelyn.” He grinned, his beady black eyes devouring her busty form. “I hope you don’t have too many plans for it.”
“You are the one who invited me, Lucien.” Evelyn smirked; the seductive lilt in her voice was as clear as the lust in his eyes. “My night is all yours.”
“Saying something like that….” LeStang smirked. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.” He took another sip from his glass. “I’m a dangerous man.”
“I am bored of playing the games of weak men, Lucien.” Evelyn took a step towards him as she placed the glass on the small table next to her. “I am quite interested in seeing what a dangerous man brings.”
“A bold statement, Ms. Harrington.” The man raised his eyebrow as she wrapped her arms around his thick, meaty neck.
“Guess I’m a good student.” She leaned forward and caught his lips.
Twenty minutes later, both the occupants of the suite were in their birthday suits as the gorgeous blonde rocked in the man’s lap, her dainty hands wrapped around her delightfully soft funbags, squeezing them as she gave another loud moan.
“Mon Dieu!!” Lucien groaned, his hands wrapped around her slim waist as he fucked her, “You’re so fucking gorgeous! Keep…keep going!” He panted.
Evelyn moaned once more, her cunt squeezing his cock that was lodged deep inside her; she looked down at him. His face had turned red, and he was panting quite hard. “More!” She moaned. “Fuck me harder, Lucien!” She ground her hips.
“Oh-oh!! OH!!! Fuck!!” He held her tightly, lurching forward towards her, “I-I’m going to cum!”
She pinched her nipples, screaming as she started to rock faster in his lap. Evelyn leaned forward, her huge tits mushed against his chest and her hands wrapping around his head as she caught his lips once more.
The man groaned in her mouth, feeling her tongue penetrate his lips as it met his own and they fought for dominance. He could feel his balls tightening; the knot that had formed was about to burst.
He groped her fat ass, squeezing it hard before he suddenly felt the touch of cold steel on his neck, and within the next moment blood poured out of his neck in spurts.
Lucien’s eyes widened, and he tried to get up, only for the woman to kiss him harder, push him down with those same dainty hands that had been around his neck, and then push the blade straight through his voice box and past his trachea.
The last thing he saw was the smiling face of Evelyn Harrington, and the last thing he felt was the tightening of his balls before light left his eyes and his soul left the world.
Evelyn gave a soft sigh as she watched the light leave his eyes; she leaned down and kissed the deep lines on his large forehead before she closed his eyes and got up from his dead body.
The woman went straight for her little purse that had been kept on the glass table. She opened it and fetched a small phone from inside it before dialling a number and placing it near her ear.
There was a long ring before the call was picked up, and a distinctively feminine voice answered it, “Hello, you've reached Elmora Foods. How may I help you?”
“Five, the work here is done. LeStang is dead.” Evelyn replied, picking up her glass and swirling the golden liquid in it. “Send in the cleanup team and my tickets to leave France. Oh, and could you be a dear and give me some place for a quick shower? I don’t want to stink of blood and old man throughout the night.”
There was a small pause before the Five replied. “Sure, there’s a hotel called Château du Ruisseau ten miles to the east from your current location; it’s in contact with The Gallows, so all you have to do is show your card and they’ll give you a room for as long as you want.”
“Sweet.” Evelyn smiled. “I really need to get rid of this stupid wig as well; it’s starting to irritate me now.” She thumbed the fine tape that had skilfully been concealed beneath the wig and pulled it off before shaking her head to reveal long violet locks that reached the middle of her back.
“Anything else?”
“Yes, ask our benefactor to send the money straight into my account.” She took a small sip. “If I don’t get my payment within the next fifteen hours, I’ll kill him too.”
“He has been told about it.” Five answered her. “Half of the amount has already been paid, and he has promised to pay the rest once he receives proof that LeStang is actually dead.”
“Good. Make sure he follows through with his promise.” Evelyn nodded. “A1 out.”
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“Really? Professor Snape tried to curse you?”
“He did.”
“I’m more shocked that you managed to harm a professor and got away with it.” Hannah said as they lounged in front of the fire inside their common room. “I mean, I don’t want you to get in trouble; still, Dumbledore didn’t punish you and even restored all of our house points as well.”
“Greasy had it coming after attacking me like that.” Harry shrugged. “Dumbledore understood, and now he’ll keep a tight leash on him.” He gently scratched Ghost behind his ears, smiling as the hound relaxed further in his lap.
“Greasy?”
“Hmm?” Harry looked up at Megan, who had approached their group. “Oh, hi, Megan.” He smiled. “Where’s Leanne?”
“She wanted to sleep early tonight, something about still being too tired.” Megan shrugged as she plopped down beside Justin. “So, what’s Greasy?”
“That’s Professor Snape.” Susan answered, looking back at Harry, who was giving a proud smirk. “Harry nicknamed him. There are a few others, but he likes to use Greasy more.”
“I can come up with several others like Dark Dandruff, Oil Spill, Rat’s Ass, and Dicksweat.” He ignored the girls’ disgusted looks. “Still, Greasy suits him more.”
“Can’t argue with you there.” Justin nodded. “The only good thing he has ever done was cancel the class early today without giving us any homework.”
“You’re welcome.” The merc smirked at him, but before he could’ve said anything else, they were joined by two unwanted boys.
“Carter, what do you think you’re doing?”
Harry looked up at the furious blonde and gave a small smile. “I didn’t know you were blind as well,” he said before looking down at his dog. “Having fun, Zach?”
“Does this look like fun to you? I am—” Zacharias began only for Harry to ignore him completely as he scratched the hound.
“Not you, I’m talking to Zach.” He pointed to the dog.
Justin barked out a laugh while the three girls tried their best to hide their smiles, which infuriated the Zacharias even more.
“Talk to me, Carter. I am asking you something.” He growled. “What the fuck is that dog still doing in our common room?”
“Irritating me, actually.” Harry replied. “For some reason he thinks he’s entitled to ask me stupid questions.”
“What?”
“Like, imagine just going to someone and asking them what they are doing.” Harry gave a faux sigh. “Bad dog.”
“Carter…”
“Dog.”
“I’m not a dog!”
“That’s what every dog says.” Harry shook his head. “I don’t believe you.”
“NO DOG SAYS THAT!”
“Well, you do.” The merc shrugged.
“THAT’S BECAUSE I’M NOT ONE!”
“Sure, you aren’t.” Harry smirked at him. “Well, why did you, in your infinitely lacking wisdom, decide to join me again?”
“I wanted to know why you haven’t sent that dog away already.” He glared at the boy. “I had assumed that the thing would already be on his way out of the school.”
“That’s it?” Harry blinked in surprise. “Well, if you are that desperate, then you should know that Dumbledore allowed his stay. Zach even has his own bowl here, which is something you don’t.”
“I don’t eat in a bowl.” Smith snapped, his fingers clenching into a fist. “Because I’m not a fucking dog!”
“You don’t eat cereal?”
“Of course I do, but—”
“You eat cereal from a plate?”
“No, in a bowl, but—”
“DING DING DING!!!” Harry cheered. “You’re learning fast. Good boy.”
If looks could kill, Harry would’ve died a hundred times already. Fortunately, Smith was far away from being Superman, Cyclops, or Homelander, and he certainly wasn’t anywhere close to being Darkseid. Therefore, all he did was glare at the merc who leaned back on the couch.
“Careful, Smith,” Megan grinned, “You’re making the dog look smarter.”
“....” Smith’s right eye started to twitch, and this time even the girls started to giggle while Justin was clutching his sides as he laughed hard.
“This isn’t over, Carter. I'll be back, and I'll make sure to get you and your dog out of Hogwarts.” The boy growled. “Make sure you enjoy your last days well.” He turned around and started to walk away from the group.
“Of course it’s not over, Smith.” Harry smirked. “You still have a long way to go before you get your own bowl.”
“Not going to lie,” Hannah said, controlling herself. “I’d pay good galleons to see Smith try to chase that dog off the campus.”
“Not you too, Hannah.” Susan shook her head, smiling. “Honestly, I think we shouldn’t push Zach too much. He looks like he might snap.”
“Come on, Susan,” Hannah nudged the redhead. “Admit it—you love this drama as much as we do.”
In reply, the pretty girl just gave a small smile before nodding.
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Charcoal black eyes gazed into the small pool of brown liquid that swirled in the bottom of his glass. It was way past midnight, and yet he sat in his office, glaring daggers at the fiery liquid.
His mind was stuck on the incident that happened in Dumbledore’s office and what Dumbledore told him after that.
“Harry Carter is not your student, Severus. It'd be prudent of you to not antagonise the boy anymore than you already have and to ignore him as much as you can.”
“He's a boy, Albus, an arrogant—”
“Yes, he is, and yet I am forbidding you from doing anything regarding him.” Dumbledore replied, “These are tough times, and I am worried for the safety of my staff…the same staff that you have been a part of for the last fifteen years, Severus.” He sighed.
“Deliberately antagonising someone by invading their privacy is certainly not something I want you to ever try again.” He added, “Especially not with Harry.”
“Are you seriously giving in to that arrogant brat’s delusions, Albus?” He asked, flabbergasted. “You think he is strong enough to actually cause me any harm?”
“I don’t think so, Severus.” Dumbledore shook his head, his blue eyes peering straight into the man’s black orbs. “I know that he is, and he’s certainly unhinged enough to follow his mind, as you clearly saw for yourself.”
‘That I did.’ Snape thought, remembering the incident where a student, nearly fifteen years younger than him, had cuffed him on the back of his head.
The burn of that one slap was far worse than the pain of being hit. Even more because of the fact that Carter looked like a James Potter reincarnate.
Snape couldn’t, for the life of him, understand why Albus Dumbledore, the strongest wizard of all time, the man who even Lord Voldemort was scared of, was worried that a new kid was strong enough to cause him any harm.
It was almost laughable. Laughable and terribly insulting to realise that Dumbledore underestimated his ability with the wand to such a degradable extent that he thought that a green boy from an unknown school was stronger than him.
A small knock on the door broke him from his thoughts. “Enter.” He said, carefully placing the glass of firewhiskey back on his desk.
The door opened with a small, almost imperceptible, creak, and a boy stepped into the dark room of the former potions professors of Hogwarts. “You called for me, sir?”
“Come in, Draco.” Snape nodded. “I have a small task for you. There is a certain someone who, I think, you should know about.”
Draco Malfoy closed the door behind him. It was clear to him what his godfather wanted.
After three years, there was someone else who needed to be taught a more.....private lesson.
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Ending Note: There we go! Liked it? Loved it? Needs some changes? Please, do tell.
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Thank you for reading and your comments,
With regards,
Dev Black
Comments
Dev Sagittarius Black
You already know my response. 😌😁😂
I am lord dems
Draco's gonna die draco's gonna die (and who we discussed in guild is gonna come right)
