The idea of dropping everything in your life to run off and start over seemed to be a romantic notion for lovers.To take this leap with a stranger was totally on faith alone that it was the right thing. Honestly when Megan had stolen money from that club. The last thing she planned was to leave her life behind with a criminal bad boy. Her parents weren't happy but they had started to come around when they met Marco and realized he was a kind man. Megan had really grown to love him and seeing him change into someone who wasn't selfish. [break][break]
It was a miracle she had hoped to see in her lifetime and at the younger years of her life. It had been a few months and they had found a decent-sized apartment within a view of the Eiffel tower. The place was perfect, seeing as they had spent their first night together with the same view. Megan was working at a local preschool and she was told by marco he worked in a mechanics shop. The girl was naive and she believed most anything he told her because she trusted him. Though she was going to find out the hard way about the lies she was told.[break][break]
After a doctor's appointment where she learned some shocking news. Megan had been taken hostage and pulled into a dark van. Apparently Marco had tried to walk away from his new bosses and they weren't exactly the forgiving type. Now she found herself tied to a chair with tape over he mouth. Tears had stained the make up she wore and it ran down her face as her puffy blue eyes watched the men around her. None of them had hurt her but only because they had found out something about Marco. The fact that he was a part of a well known criminal group in the states. [break][break]
One that was known for having money since they owned half the cities they inhabited. So this scared blonde girl was no more than a pawn for a grab at some ransom. A nice slice of cash to make these small time thugs have a nicer style of life. Watching them as they constructed a ransom note her fear was getting the best of her. This wasn't a life she was accustomed to and she sure wanted to just get free and take the first portal away from them. Soon of of the thugs when to deliver the note to marco. Demanding a large sum of money if he wanted to see his sweet little blonde again.
Marco didn't start off with the intention of lying to Megan. He, had gotten a job in a mechanic's shop. He did try to make an honest living with the skills and knowledge he had. Sweet little innocent Megan stared at him with those big doe eyes and he just melted. He wanted to give her the world, and an apartment with a view of the eiffle tower was steep. Mechanics weren't what they were in the states. Everyone in Paris mostly walked.
They were a different breed here. And most of the cars were fucking strange to him. The wheels were on the wrong side of the car and French engineering was just fucking a mystery. Most of his mechanic work fiddling with shit until he got it to work. It was hard ball busting work and it didn't pay that well. There were time when Marco would be twisting a wrench when he thought about robbing a bank with a copy.... What could be simpler? He would make it put on a mask while he sat here.... Twisting a wrench and suring up his alibi.
But, believe it or not he avoided that temptation. It was a quick and easy buck, but the thought of how Megan might look at him if she found out literally turned his stomach. So he sat there twisting a wrench and scratching his head. Needless to say he gotten into trouble anyways. Apparently the french mafia is an actual thing. Who would have figured. Pussy ass frenchies had a syndicate. When Marco's abilities were discovered by the nephew of one of the mob's captains.... Let's just say Marco was recruited against his will.
They had the same exact idea that Marco had, only they planned to use him to line their own pockets. Marco put down his sandwich. His fingers were stained with grease as a french police inspector came into his little garage and flashed a badge. "bonjour je suis inspecteur Lemue" (Hello I am inspector Lemue.) "Pale vu Franse" (You speak french?)
Marco knew a little french, but not enough to bumble his way through a police interogation. "English." He said. "Very well, I am here to question you about a robbery... Have you been here the whole time?" Marco nodded. In fact, his copy was coming around the corner with a duffle bag full of stolen bank money when the inspector came up. Marco eyed the inspector while his copy peered at the conversation from around the corner before running off. The day had already gotten off to a shit start, and he hadn't even gotten home yet to find the randsome note placed neatly on his bed.
Meanwhile, Megan was god knows where having god knows what happen to her and Marco was completely unaware. He was about to clock out and go home to their little apartment with the amazing view when this shit fell into his lap. The inspector looked at Marco like a criminal. He recognized that look. He had been seeing it his whole life. About the only person to ever not look at him like that was Megan. He felt like a jackass, but what choice did he have?
Marco Pierro
You cut me off, I lost my track It's not my fault, I'm a maniac
