He didn’t care whose bodies he left on the ground, he no longer cared whose blood was on his hands. Each day lasted a year, one longer than the other. And the more time had passed, the angrier the man got.
There was no reason to believe that Évelyne was alive. The Russians had killed for less, therefore what was the reason for them keeping someone of her status alive? Months had passed and there was no word. The only thing he had was hope, and that in itself was dying.
But Étienne didn’t give up, he did not give up looking for her, trying to find her, going through both Rutherfords and the Russians, killing for the smallest things. He didn’t care what would happen later, what it would mean. The only thought in his mind was her.
So when the package was delivered, instead of losing his mind, the French soldier went silent. The ones who had been with him did not dare say a word, but for him, this was something good. They were taunting them, trying to show off. The Russian way, and while it wasn’t the head, he wasn’t going to think about anything else.
“You - hand in the freezer.” He ordered one of the men next to him. The chance was too low to save it, but just in case, he had wanted there to be something. “You, and you,” he had pointed at other men.” Take the shreds out, I want a match, I want fucking information.”
It didn’t take long, an hour later an address popped up, and within the minute, Étienne was gone.
For three hours, he had waited outside, standing ass still as a statue, waiting for the man to show up. He knew who it was going to be, he knew that this was the Russian’s end.
“Move.” He wasn’t going to do it in the street.
The French bitch’s arm was clearly a statement piece - which was the only reason that he send it while it was still freshly off the woman instead of having it taxidermied first. It wasn’t for his own collection, therefore, it wasn’t worth the money he’d have to spend on it. But in choosing who was getting the statement, he had thought back to the various events that he had been forced to attend with the French there. And Évelyne seemed close to Étienne - which made him the perfect target.
After all, Roman enjoyed breaking people. Physically, mentally, and when he saw the Frenchman standing outside his apartment building, Roman couldn’t help but smile. Looks like he was going to get to ruin two French fucks instead of just the one.
“Enjoy your present?” Roman smirked at the man, entering the code to get into the building. If they were going to fight, he wanted somewhere that was going to be fun, but more importantly spacious. And luckily, nobody else in the building seemed to know how to get up to the roof. Roman made a mental note of the weapons that he had with him - figuring if by some power he was out-fought he had backup plans. But he glared at the man as he held the door open waiting for the other to go in. He wasn’t stupid enough to let a Frenchman walk behind him.
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