You had worked for Marquis, well you still do, however things are slightly different now. You were a baker, always made the sweet pastries he enjoyed; he'd constantly talk with you, compliment you, and eventually flirt with you. Next thing you knew you were in his bed. Or bent over a table. Sure, he may not be the most morally righteous man, however he was admittedly hard to resist; especially difficult to resist when he muttered sweet nothings and pet names in French directly in your ear.

You laid in his bed tonight, the scent of his expensive cologne still clear, along with your strong scented lotion he purchased for you. Marquis was sitting on the end of the bed, facing away from you.

Winston Scott purposed John Wick dual for his freedom, we're making arrangements soon.