Magnetic Attraction 5 (Patreon)

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Disclaimer: I did this in earlier chapter, but I’ll say it again. The beliefs, actions, motives, and words of the characters in this story do not reflect me. I am not a racist of any sort. Remember that this is a work of fiction.

-VB-

Nessa Biermann

“It’s bullshit!” 

Jessica shouting was normal. When they weren’t next to Kaiser being his bodyguards, Jessica ranted to her about how shitty people were. 

It was just like Jessica to complain to her without realizing that she was there for the exact same thing and wanted someone to complain to as well. 

“I know it’s bullshit, Jessica,” she spat back. 

“What about the cause? Why are we being sent to someone who’s not even part of the movement?!” she shouted angrily. 

“You know who Max’s little brother is, right?”

Jessica stopped for a second as she tried to remember. “Some kind of a business guy, right?” 

“He’s the CEO of some investment company, right?” she asked.

“Yes. His company is worth ten times that of Medhall.”

Jessica’s eyes bugged out before narrowing in contempt.

“He just wants us to fuck us, huh?” she sneered.

Nessa sighed. “Probably.”

It was a blessing that they were the epitome of women’s sexuality. They oozed it and turned heads like no one else. Not even the sand nigger Miss Militia, who they admitted was quite shapely in all of the right parts, turned heads like they did. 

But because of this blessing, people also sought them out. 

… Their trigger event was related to how some of these pursuers were less than proper about the way they sought attention. 

That said, Arthur - if Nessa remembered him correctly - was Max’s little brother. He was an Anders, and if Max emphasized anything, then it was that any member of the Anders clan was expected to behave like a proper gentleman or lady. 

“I think Max wants us to get him to support us or something.”

‘Us,’ in this statement, was obviously referring to the Empire Eighty-Eight, the only large and successful white supremacy movement in all of the East Coast. Max’s support through Medhall provided for a lot of the things necessary to run an organization of E88’s nature and size, but there had been several points when the Medhall couldn’t afford to support the E88 through their normally secure and clandestine channels because of Protectorate or PRT investigations. 

There were sympathizers in the BBPD who always made sure to prevent the police force from gaining any traction in their investigation or if there were progress, then made sure that the progress never made it past that. 

Jessica got thoughtful.

“No one would expect the newcomer to be part of the movement,” Jessica reasoned out loud to herself. 

Nessa knew that more than one conspiracy theorist would come out to say exactly the opposite just because Arthur Anders was white, rich, and a native of Brockton Bay. Considering his family’s true history, Nessa knew that Arthur was very likely to be sympathetic to the cause. 

And his father was Allfather, meaning that there was a high chance that Arthur was a cape too. 

She already knew who Arthur might be.

Jessica looked at her, and Nessa knew that her sister was thinking the exact same thing. 

“He has to be the Eisenfeld guy, right?”

When the video of the new German-named cape was  uploaded by none other than the man himself, it sent waves within Empire Eighty-Eight. Seeing power on that scale was awe inspiring for most of the gangsters and grunts, but for the capes, this presented a conundrum. 

Empire Eighty-Eight employed the most number of armed and armored thugs, though their equipment and training fell behind Coil’s mercenaries. Not only that, most of its capes used some kind of metal weapon or were metal themselves. The thought of Eisenfeld standing on the other side of the line was not an uplifting feeling.

But Eisenfeld introduced himself with a German name and stated nothing against the Empire or its causes. 

On top of that, for Eisenfeld to appear within a week of Arthur’s return to Brockton Bay? The very same Arthur who had three family members wielding metal as their powers?

Eisenfeld had to be Arthur.

“I think he wants us to lure him into the Empire.”

“He needs to be convinced?” Jessica looked disgusted at the thought of someone from a prestigious clan like the Anders would need to be convinced to join the cause.

Nessa thought so, too. 

“He’s probably just indifferent to the cause. You know what happened to him.” Nessa knew that Jessica did. They both heard from Kaiser himself how his “useless little brother” had been unofficially kicked out of the family because he didn’t develop powers. Even when Arthur did visit, it was usually something quiet. 

Jessica clicked her tongue in distaste.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get him to join. I mean, who could refuse both of us together?” Nessa asked her twin sister reassuringly.

Her twin sister pondered on that. “I guess. Max never had us do anything like this before.”

Max Anders, or Kaiser in his cape persona, had directly ordered them that they were to accompany Arthur with no set return date. It was an odd order and they protested, but he insisted on it while saying that “it is for the cause.”

“Who but Max has the charisma?” Nessa asked in return and Jessica shrugged.

To the two of them, their lives were intertwined. If one did one thing, then the other would join willingly. That included things like bodyguard duties and whatnot. It wasn’t out of coincidence that Max had two bodyguards but because if one Biermann was going to be a bodyguard, then the other Biermann would be with her, against order or not. 

Unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to share a man and for that reason, neither of them had a man. After all, no man had ever satisfied them together, and if they couldn’t be satisfied together, then that man wasn’t worth it.

… Nessa doubted Arthur would satisfy them, if they even had to go that far. 

-VB-

Jessica Biermann

It’s been a few years since she saw Arthur. She knew that Arthur was as shrewd as Max, if not more. How else could he deal hands with the dirty Jews in the investment marketing and come out on top? 

“Yeah, we’ll be waiting~,” Nessa spoke into the phone before hanging up.

Jessica raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Nessa asked. “First impression.”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “Why does he even need bodyguards anyway?” she asked. “If he’s who we think he is, then just being in the city makes him god awfully strong.”

“Why did Max keep us around during meetings?” Nessa asked sarcastically. “Same reason, girl.”

“I know that. I just want to complain about him!” she snapped at her twin sister.

Nessa laughed. “You’re just nervous~,” she teased.

Jessica looked at Nessa. “Are you high, Nessa?” she asked rhetorically.

Nessa just shrugged her shoulders. Unlike her, Jessica wasn’t sure about Arthur. Oh, it was hard to remember him, but once she started to remember, it was oddly easy enough to pinpoint out where and when they’d met.

Usually at Medhall tower with only Max to accompany them. 

Arthur was the weird one of the Anders family. He was too soft. Too weak. That’s why he didn’t get a power when Kaiser and Iron Rain did. When Jessica heard that Arthur Anders had been kicked out by Allfather years before she joined the Empire because he wasn’t capable of supporting the cause and their movement, she thought that it was perfectly right of Allfather to have done so. Anyone who couldn’t help the purging and cleansing of the city should stay out of the movement’s way. 

Better, they should leave like Arthur did… until he came back.

She wondered why he did. Arthur always expressed no interest in the city when he talked to Max before he returned to Brockton Bay. It was always boring investment talks. 

“Anyways, he’s going to be here in a minute.”

Jessica hummed. 

As Nessa said, an unfamiliar but obviously modern make of a BMW logo-ed and convertible sports car drove up to the curb, and in the driver’s seat was … 

“Arthur,” Jessica greeted him coolly. 

Unlike the grey business suit he wore always into his meetings with Max, Arthur sitting in the driver’s seat wore a neat and casual outfit consisting of long sleeves and a pair of jeans. 

“Jessica! Nessa!” he greeted with a big smile, and then turned to her twin sister with that same charming smile. “It’s been so long! We’ll talk on the way to my house. Get in, girls!”

And that was also the one odd thing about Arthur.

He was the only one who could tell them apart outside of Max and Stormtiger (ass sniffing bastard). 

Nessa got in without much preamble. Jessica was more distrusting of Arthur, because an Anders that was a sly as Arthur had to be preparing something, but she couldn’t see what he could be preparing right now. So she got in reluctantly, taking the back seat while Nessa took the assistant seat. 

Then he drove off from there, pulling up the convertible roof. Once the roof was completely covering the sport cars, he questioned them. “So, what did Max tell you guys?” he asked. 

“We were going to be your guards from now on,” Nessa replied without preamble. 

“Did he now? Nothing more?”

Jessica didn’t like the tone of his voice. He was mocking someone with that question. 

“No,” Jessica replied. “Just that it was for the good of the cause.”

“What cause could you be talking about?” he asked again, being unnecessarily obtuse. 

“The Empire’s cause,” Jessica spat it out without even concealing it up. 

“Ahhh. I’m afraid he lied to you, then. But we’ll get to that when we’re at my house.”

Jessica frowned. Why would Max lie? She’d listen to what he would have to say before she walked out on him.

She looked out of the window and quirked an eyebrow. “We’re heading deeper into Downtown.”

“Yes. I thought I should treat the two of you to lunch. A hearty toast and a meal to the future, if you will,” he replied easily.

So he did have something planned, just benign. Taking them both out to a meal… More like he’s hoping it’ll be like a date.

Ha! Like she was going to -!

-VB-

“And I was like, ‘Oh my god, Ness. What are you doing?!’” Jessica laughed, and Nessa gave her a mollified look promising revenge upon her. 

Jessica was completely fine with that. 

Arthur sat right next to her, sandwiched between her and Nessa in this upscale restaurant, and everything just felt natural! He didn’t leer at her or Nessa like old perverts they had to deal with when they were guarding Max, so he passed the minimum required to be around them.

But he was also nice! Max was never nice. 

… Whatever, she was going to think about Max later and think about his more affable brother sitting next to her. 

“I bet that shocked her,” he replied with a chuckle of his own.

“You bet she did!” 

“Jessica!” Nessa hissed at her, and Jessica laughed. It’s been a long time since she got this loose. From there, it was a blur of laughing, dancing, and then tired resting before Arthur drove them to his house. 

“Alright, we’re here,” he said as he helped them out of the car. Jessica got out of the car groggily, having slept for a whole twenty minutes in the car. She blinked her eyes and stared at the modest house in front of her. 

“... Kind of small for a multi-millionaire,” she said. 

“If it’s too big, then it would feel empty,” he replied easily as if he expected her question. He helped Nessa into his house bridal style while Jessica followed behind him closely.

If he dared to do anything unwanted to either her or Nessa after tiring both of them out, then he was going to get -.

He set her down on his living room couch and gestured for her to sit. When she did sit, he also sat down, this time on an armchair that seemed to have been prepared just for him, but then again, this was his house, so why wouldn’t there be things just right for him? 

“Okay, so I think I have to apologize to you two, but Nessa is out of it.”

Immediately, Jessica tensed. 

“What did you do?” she asked tensely. She glanced at her twin sister and feared for the worst. Were they both drugged? 

“I bought both of your services from Max. He sold the two of you for stocks of his company.”