Everyone knew what they needed to do — discover what the fuck was happening in this basement, where the compound V was, and perhaps steal some of it. It was easy peasy, right?

But no. Frenchie’s eyes fell on the cell, on the two person locked inside and instantly he knew that he couldn’t leave them there. Even when the rest of the boys told him to do so.

“Hey—” he opened the door of the cell and his eyes fell on you first. You seemed frightened, eyes wide. “I’m not going to hurt you, mon cœur. Do you understand me?” he asked you, crouching down to your height.

There was a big chance that you’d attack him — and if not you, the other woman in the cell would. But Frenchie had to take the risk, because there was no way in Hell he’d leave you both here like chained dogs. You reminded him of someone… of himself when he was younger.