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Chapter 8
Rogue's heart pounded in her chest as she thought about what she wanted to ask, the peach smothered pancakes on her plate no longer appetizing. Every time she'd ever asked Marius for something, he'd always been quick to deny it unless it would make her more useful to him. Eventually, she learned to stop asking. She knew Jean-Luc wasn't Marius, but she didn't know how he'd feel about an assassin training in the thieves' facilities.
When she'd come down to breakfast this morning, she was confident in her request. But everyone was already there by the time she'd arrived. The scene was so much different than the previous day. Where Henri and Mercy were quietly speaking to each other yesterday, today they each were engaged in different, lively conversations. Mercy and Tante talked about the latest round of fresh fruits and vegetables from the new farmers market they'd discovered. And nearby, Henri and Remy debated Saints' rookies at NFL training camp as Jean-Luc threw in his two cents.
"Vous couillon!" Henri's voice rose in volume as he good-naturedly aggravated his brother. "Only an idiot would think Jackson's gon' break Rogers' record for rushin' yards in a single game. I don't care if he does hold Miami's all time record."
Remy quickly fired back. "Idiot? Frère, yo' de couillon if y' think Jackson ain't gon' blow 'em all away this season."
Tante's eyebrow rose at the other end of the table as she heard their antagonizing. Before she could scold them for their rowdiness, Jean-Luc intervened with a warning: "Garçons. Everybody knows that it don't matter which third string rookie rushes for how many yards when de best offensive team in de NFL reports t' camp next week and ain't gon' even give 'em a chance t' play."
Both boys looked over to their father. Remy's eyebrow rose as he peeked over at his brother from the corner of his eye. A sly smirk tugged at the corner of Henri's mouth.
"Those sound like bettin' words, père." Remy said, hiding behind his best poker face.
"Fil, how many times do y' have t' have it beat int' that thick skull o' yo's that confidence is not de same as cockiness." A twinkle sparkled in Jean-Luc's otherwise straight face.
"Now père, that seems like avoidance t' me. I think maybe y' should put yo' money where yo' mouth is." Henri baited.
"There's no amount y' garçons can bet that would interest me when I win." Jean-Luc innocently commented as he loaded his fork up with another bite.
"Then de wager has t' be somethin' other than a monetary value." Remy countered.
Jean-Luc glanced at his sons. Rogue could tell this was a trap they'd tried to set for him before, but that sparkle was still in his eyes and she knew he never fell for it. In fact, she'd be willing to add to the bet that not only did he never lose, the boys ended up the worse for wear.
"Ça va." Jean-Luc agreed as he finished chewing. Swiping his napkin across his lips, he returned the cloth to his lap before he continued. "When I win, y' both have t' take on cinq assignations, deux clenches, and un contre-temps. Each. Et bien sûr, wit'out takin' any shares."
Rogue knew a little of the lingo, so she understood assignations were just the meetings that initiated a contract. They were usually reserved for lower ranking thieves who hadn't earned their mastery yet. And clenches had to do with robbing a place at a specifically arranged time. Though she didn't know what a contre-temps was, the French translation was 'against time'. She could only assume it meant a difficult heist that had to occur within a limited time frame, maybe even something that only allowed one shot at the item.
Overall, it sounded like Jean-Luc's wager was for menial tasks below their skill set, two easy but time consuming thefts, and a very difficult job that required their mastery but wouldn't result in any payout. It was a gamble she would take only if she knew she would win hands down.
"That's all well and good, père. But as y' said, there's nothin' y' can give us in return when we win." Henri partially agreed to the bet. "Besides, de whole offensive team against Rogers' record ain't comparable."
"Très bien. Ingram is a li'l less than half way t' Rogers' record of 1674. He rushed 602 yards last season. I know he can at least match that if not beat it this year and leave Jackson on de bench." Jean-Luc firmed up the terms.
"Alright boys, no cheatin' here." Mercy abruptly stopped her conversation with Tante. "I'll be official bookie t' keep all of y' honest. Remy bets that Jackson will beat Rogers' record. Jean-Luc thinks he won't because Ingram will beat or match his own record from last year. And Henri thinks neither will happen. Right?"
The three men looked stunned at Mercy before exchanging glances with each other. They hadn't even realized Henri's wife had been paying any attention, but she'd managed to capture their entire conversation in a few sentences.
"Je t'aime, ma chérie!" Henri exclaimed, planting a big kiss on his wife's cheek.
Without skipping a beat, she continued with the rundown. "If de boys lose, they have t' take on jobs of père's choosin' wit'out takin' a share. If de boys win," She paused for dramatic effect. "They get de Aston Martin DP/216/1 DB5 that's sittin' down in de vault."
A shocked silence ensued while Rogue gave a low whistle. The chassis was the original to the very first Bond car used in Goldfinger. It had been the DB5 prototype and the one suped up with the weaponry and gadgetry that became typical of a Bond car. Aston Martin had stripped it, resold it, and it had been retrofitted with non-original weaponry by the new owner. The famous luxury grand tourer had been mysteriously stolen in 1997 from its last owner in Florida and had yet to be recovered.
When Rogue realized all eyes were on her, she quietly added: "Ah watched a lot of movies when Ah wasn't trainin'. Q and the cars were always my favorite parts about Bond. Shoulda known y'all were behind its disappearance."
"Hmm…" Jean-Luc thoughtfully appraised her. She forced herself not to squirm under his scrutiny, but felt like she'd just earned a tiny bit of his respect. Maybe he was a Bondophile, too.
Turning his attention back to the others, he immediately dismissed the second half of the bargain. "De DB5 is not an option."
"C'mon, père." Remy connived, picking up right where Mercy had left off. "If yo' so sure yo' gon' win, then de DB5 is perfectly safe."
If Rogue didn't know any better, she'd swear Mercy had been in on this scheme the whole time. Peeking over at the other woman though, she only saw her innocently finishing up her breakfast.
"D'accord. But y' both best be prepared t' spend next winter doin' chores." Jean-Luc begrudgingly agreed with the apt description of his side of the wager.
"Now that de boy's business is taken care of, Rogue are y' free t' go shoppin' t'day?" Mercy asked as she dabbed her napkin across her mouth.
Rogue was taken aback by the offer. Of course they'd planned it at the reception a few days ago, but she thought Henri's wife was just being polite when he brought her over to introduce them. She hadn't honestly expected Mercy to follow up on the offer.
"Um…yeah. Ah'm free today." Rogue tentatively answered.
Mercy's answering smile showed nothing but honest friendship. "Bon! We can leave right after breakfast."
"Okay." Rogue gave a small smile and turned back to her plate.
It's not like she had anything better to do with her time. Actually, that reminded her about what she had been so intent on asking.
Turning to Jean-Luc, she hesitantly started with, "Père?" the name still uncomfortable for her.
"Oui, fille?" He responded, still working through his breakfast.
"Would ya mind if Ah trained in the facility?" She asked, looking at a spot in his smooth long hair instead of directly into his eyes.
"I don't see why not. It's awfully busy wit' de other thieves in there, but y' might find some time late at night if y' want semi-privacy." He said before popping his fully loaded fork in his mouth.
"Actually," Rogue turned back to her food. "Ah was hopin' Ah could train in the one downstairs."
At this, Jean-Luc relaxed back in his chair. That same critical look he'd given her so many times before kept his face completely unreadable. But the twinkle he'd held for his sons just moments earlier shined in his eyes now.
"Y' can't seriously be considerin' this, père." Remy cried, the indignation ringing in his voice.
Jean-Luc gave a hard glare to Remy's snotty attitude. "And why not? She is a master assassin after all. Why not give her a taste of a master thief's trainin'?"
"Because she's not earned it like de rest of us!" He answered without thinking twice.
Jean-Luc was about to rebuke his son again, but Rogue beat him to the chase. She could defend herself just fine. "Oh, Ah've earned it alright. And Ah'd be willin' ta bet Ah worked ten times harder at it than you did. Nothin' was granted ta me without havin' ta sacrifice somethin' in return."
Her eyes flashed, challenging him to prove otherwise. Remy met her glare, mumbling under his breath a "we'll see". Rogue just let it go as he finished his breakfast on a sulk.
Regaining control over the conversation, Jean-Luc gave her one stipulation. "I see no problem wit' yo' request, but I want one of de other master thieves wit' y' at all times while yo' down in de lower level."
"Yes sir." Rogue answered with respect.
With the matter settled, Mercy and Tante finished up their conversation about the farmers market while Henri and Jean-Luc switched to the NBA draft. Remy continued in his sullen mood next to Rogue who once again felt like an observer instead of family member. It wasn't too much longer before plates were cleared and chairs scraped back.
"Rogue, I'll meet y' down here in thirty? Is that enough time t' get ready?" Mercy asked.
"Yeah, that's fine." Rogue agreed as her sister-in-law led her out of the room and up the stairs.
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"She's a li'l weird, ain't she?" Mercy's friend Sabine quietly mumbled as if the woman standing ten feet away in the noisy store might overhear her.
"Hmm?" Mercy looked up from the new purse she was considering and glanced over at Rogue.
Remy's wife was listlessly wandering through the Garden District boutique, touching several items but never putting anything in her basket. Mercy's heart ached for the young woman. Her background was a mystery. Henri had given her little detail about the interview with the Archbishop after the wedding ceremony, so she could only imagine how Marius had hooked the poor girl into the substitute wife role. And Rogue was very tight lipped about her life growing up as Marius' second, adopted daughter. Looking at her now, it was clear she hadn't been surrounded by the lap of luxury like Bella Donna had.
"I think she's just been sheltered." Mercy tried to defend her new sister-in-law.
Sabine wasn't part of the New Orleans Guilds. She was a friend Mercy had met long before she'd ever crossed paths with Henri. And with as few women as there were in the thieves, Mercy kept her friends from her old life as close as possible. But it also meant keeping a lot of secrets.
"I thought Remy was gon' marry that Beatrix woman." Her tall, brunette friend commented, moving down the line to the next purse but keeping Rogue in sight.
"It's Bella Donna. And thank de Lord he didn't." Mercy said, rolling her eyes heavenward.
"Not one of her fans, hein?" Sabine gave up on the purses to look at watches instead.
Mercy saw Rogue run her fingers down a necklace, surreptitiously turning the tag to look at the price. They'd split up as soon as they entered the store. Sabine slowly wandered back to Mercy, leaving Rogue on her own yet again. A sour look crossed Rogue's face as she put the necklace back.
"Not at all." Mercy off-handedly remarked.
"So what? Did he just meet this 'Rogue' and fall madly in love enough t' dump de other femme? Marryin' her this soon is fast even for him." The brunette tried a delicate watch on her lithe wrist.
Sabine knew the basic LeBeau family dynamic. She was aware of Remy's playboy ways and even had had a little crush on him when they met at Henri and Mercy's wedding a few years ago, but nothing came of it. Still, any news about Mercy's family was gossip worthy to Sabine.
Mercy abandoned watching Rogue and turned back to the clutch in her hand. "Or somethin', ouais."
Even if she knew the details of the marriage, it would qualify as Guild secrets and she couldn't share them anyway.
Sabine just shrugged and moved off to another section of the boutique. Mercy observed Rogue for a few minutes more before deciding to leave the purses and make her sister-in-law feel more welcome. They'd hit a few stores before stopping at a sidewalk bistro for a bite. Even though both Mercy and Sabine had tried to draw her out with small talk, Rogue's answers had been short and closed off. And she'd quickly gone off on her own when they arrived at a new shop.
Mercy quietly walked over to where Rogue continued to browse. "Did y' get Remy's black AmEx before we left?"
Her appearance startled Rogue. "Huh? Oh, um, no. Was I s'pose ta?"
Rogue tried not to be insulted by Mercy's comment. She hadn't said it to imply Rogue was poor compared to the thieves' wealth, but she'd already felt like a third wheel all day. It was hard not to look at the little things in a negative light.
A kind smile tugged at Mercy's mouth. "Well it does make shoppin' more fun t' spend their money instead a' ours. I'll let y' borrow Henri's 'til y' get Remy's."
Instead of being excited by the offer like Mercy thought, Rogue politely declined. "That's really nice of ya, but Ah couldn't. Ah can use my own money."
It was clear the prices in here must have freaked her out. Marius probably kept her on a very tight leash. Mercy doubted very much that Rogue had many opportunities to shop, unlike Bella Donna. And even if she did, it was probably for useful things like training gear. Frivolities were no doubt considered wasted on her.
"Y' know what? I think y' should redecorate yo' room." Mercy changed the subject.
"What?" Rogue's eyes widened at the suggestion.
Remy would flip if she changed anything. Though he'd never given her an 'official' rule, he'd mentioned it during the limo ride after the reception. She wasn't going to come in and change his life any.
"Ouais. Remy's had it all dark and broody and masculine for years. It's yo' room now, too. Y' should feel just as comfortable in it as he does. C'mon, I know just de place we can go." Without a second thought, Mercy waved Sabine over as she looped her arm through Rogue's covered one.
"Sabine?" Mercy raised her voice to get her friend's attention. "We're gon' down t' Magnolia's."
"Really? Well, I think I'm gon' call it quits for de day. It was really nice t' meet y', Rogue." Sabine held her hand out to shake Rogue's glove covered one. "Maybe we can do this again sometime soon."
Her careful smile didn't set Rogue at ease that she'd made a friend today. "Yeah, sure."
Sabine left them with a little wave as they exited the boutique. Alone with Rogue, Mercy tried to make her feel more comfortable.
"Y' got t' be really careful wit' Remy. Too much change and he'll freak out. He prob'ly will anyway, but he can deal wit' a li'l of it. Just don't go too floral or pastel. He'll only sulk then. Like we haven't seen enough of that recently, hein?" Mercy elbowed Rogue a little at her joke.
Rogue let out a relieved "yeah." Mercy's confirmation of Remy's crappy attitude made her feel for the first time like she wasn't some wicked person who ruined their entire happy family.
They'd only walked down two stores before they came upon Magnolia's. The window display looked inordinately expensive, but Rogue doubted Mercy was going to let her off without spending a small fortune.
"Y' prob'ly should leave the wall color alone for now. So y'll have t' pick somethin' that coordinates wit' that dark burgundy paint. But I'm sure y' can find somethin' here that's not too feminine wit'out addin' more t' his 'man cave'." Mercy gave her a quick wink. "I've got t' pick up somethin' for my room too, so I'll just be over in de towels if y' need me."
Rogue stood in Mercy's wake, watching her saunter over to the other side of the store as she browsed along the way.
Turning to the linens, Rogue thought about the task at hand. Remy's room wasn't horrible, but it did have a very masculine feel to it. While she could have lived with the burnished gold satin duvet cover, it definitely wasn't her first choice. And Mercy's idea to change things up seemed like it would put her in a less stressful environment.
Looking at the array of sheets, she grabbed the first white set that was in reach. Remy couldn't get too pissed off about white, could he? If he did, maybe Mercy could help mitigate the disaster some. Rogue switched to the down comforters, fantasizing over the big, fluffy hotel quality linens she'd only experienced on a few occasions.
"They're nice, hein?" Mercy sidled up next to her. "But Remy's a hot sleeper. He'll roast if y' get that. That's why he has that duvet. It's coverin' up a nasty, ratty old quilt he had as a kid. Y' best go wit' somethin' like this."
Mercy pulled down a stone gray and Prussian blue sateen quilt set complete with shams and some decorative throw pillows.
"Now this will work just fine. Unless of course y' don't like de colors?" Mercy waited for Rogue's opinion, trying to draw her out.
Rogue paused for a moment, still feeling like she was on a shopping trip with a stranger. She wasn't that familiar with the female bonding past time in the first place since Marius kept her training more than anything else. And there were no friends or playmates growing up to go shopping with in the first place. So when she did go out, she always thought twice about what she purchased. Even though something was pretty, would she actually use it?
Having a little experience with Bella Donna's wasteful habits didn't help either. She had a horrible tendency to buy something simply for the sake of saying she owned a Prada or Louboutin rather than wearing it. Then the item would end up in the trash a week later as "being old". Her selfishness was one thing that made Bella Donna's personality so ugly. And Rogue had always sworn to never be like her.
"The color's fine." She finally got around to answering.
"Bon. Now for some sheets. What's that y' got there?" Mercy pulled the package away from Rogue's hand enough to see the front. "Plain white? Oh no, that won't do at all."
She set about scanning over all the various colors, fabrics, and patterns. "Here! I bought these last year. They're super soft and the pattern is light enough t' add some flare."
She tossed a set of 1200 thread count white sateen sheets with an opposing contrast jacquard pattern woven into circles and lines.
"And y' should always have a spare set just in case." Mercy gave her another wink, although Rogue was sure she and Remy would never need the extras for the reason she was implying. The second set was a perfect match to the stone color in the quilt.
"Now y' just need some new towels and a couple décor items and we're all set!" Mercy announced as she set off to find matching blue and gray pieces.
Rogue followed after, picking up a few odd and end pieces along the way. They each chose a couple of things before Mercy gave up and went to get a larger shopping cart. When she came back, Rogue put two night stand lamps into the buggy before moving down the aisle.
"Y' know, Remy can be a real ass," Mercy quietly started. "But it's his defense mechanism. Jean-Luc didn't adopt him until he was ten. He'd lived on de streets 'til then. That kind a' life'll eat y' alive. Trust me. I was on my own for a year after I turned sixteen before Henri found me."
Rogue patiently listened, already knowing the biographical information about all the LeBeaus. But she could feel the waves of emotion pouring off Mercy: regret, pain, despair. It made her realize for the first time that the family she'd married into also had its fair share of sacrifice and hardship. She wasn't the only one who'd been used and abused for other people's agendas.
"Remy has every right ta be mad." She admitted without a second thought.
"Oh, don't get me wrong. What Marius did was inexcusable. But Remy's a romantic at heart. When he hates, it's passionate. And when he loves, it's completely." Mercy paused to place a hand on Rogue's arm. "Despite what he may have said, he doesn't hate y'."
Rogue held her breath for a moment as she decided how much to say. Letting the air out on a big sigh, she said: "He should. Marius ain't the only one ta blame."
Mercy turned back to the trinkets on the shelves as a silence fell between them. Rogue started to squirm, thinking her confession may have revealed too much too soon. Before she could over think her decision, Mercy put her out of her misery.
"Whatever role y' played in this whole debacle, I'm glad yo' ma belle-sœur. And maybe one day we'll be more like sœurs." With the last, she looked over her shoulder and gave Rogue a hopeful but small smile.
When everything came to light, they'd all abandon her to Marius' death sentence. But Rogue couldn't bring herself to dash Mercy's hopes so soon. "Yeah. Maybe."
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Rogue stood in the laundry room, carefully folding the new sheets that she'd bought with Mercy earlier in the day. She always washed new things before using them. And since she'd pretty much been on her own since Aunt Carrie's death, she'd learned to be self-sufficient. Not that the cleaning staff for the assassins had ever been available to her disposal.
"Où la baise est-elle?" Remy's voice carried down the hall to Rogue long before he ever came into view. He passed by the laundry room that was just off the kitchen before grabbing the door jamb to double back.
"C'est quoi ce bordel que tu as fait à mon lit?" He shouted as he stormed over to her.
Rogue calmly folded the pillow case she had in her hand as she explained in a low voice, "Mercy and Ah bought new linens."
"I can see that! Où diable sont mes affaires?" Remy demanded.
"Washed, folded, and put away in yer closet upstairs." Rogue kept her cool, moving on to the next pillow case.
"Y' went in my closet, too!" From the corner of her eye, she could see his face turning bright red as he yelled into hers. "Y' had no right. It ain't yo' bed. It ain't yo' room. And it ain't yo' house."
Finally turning to him, she stared daggers as she said: "Yes. Ah know. Ya've made it abundantly clear on numerous occasions that Ah'm not welcome here."
Thinking he got his way, Remy backed off a little and folded his arms over his chest. "Bon. Y' finally gettin' it. I expect everythin' t' be back de way it was before t'night."
Rogue raised an eyebrow as she simply answered, "No."
"Non? Non! Petite salope-" He started, but she smoothly interrupted.
"That's right. Ah am a bitch. And Ah'm tired of bein' pushed around by the likes of ya. So if ya'd like ta keep on ignornin' each other like we've been doin' the last coupla days, then Ah suggest ya just high tail it on outta here. Otherwise, ya just might meet that bitch in person." Rogue crossed her arms over her chest and cocked a hip, her set expression daring him to challenge her.
As they stared each other down, Tante Mattie came into the room. "What's all this commotion gon' on back here?"
Having been on Tante's bad side before, Remy wisely backed away from Rogue. "Nothin', Tante. Just discussin' our new sheets."
"Don't sound like no 'discussion' I ever done heard. Sounds more like deux chats alley fightin' in de middle of de night." Mattie placed her hands on her hips in a no-nonsense manner.
"That's 'cause we couldn't reach a common ground on remakin' de bed. But de whole thing's settled now. Right, amoureux?" Remy's gaze still hadn't stopped burning into Rogue's.
"If by settled ya mean the bed's already made, then yeah it's settled." Rogue met his ire.
Remy let out a frustrated grunt, pointing his finger in her face as if he would start the argument all over again. A quick admonishing "eh" from Tante had him thinking twice before he stormed out of the laundry room.
Once he was out of earshot, Rogue released her breath with a mumbled "Fucking asshole."
"No femme deserves t' be called une salope, but I'll not have any a' that kind a' language in this house, y' hear me?" Mattie turned the rebuke on Rogue.
Tired of Remy's shit and not willing to take any more from someone else, she mouthed off a quick "or what?" before thinking it through.
"Or y'll be washin' de dishes by hand for a week. And don't think I can't make y', chile." Tante promised.
Rogue set her jaw, pursing her lips into a pout to keep from sassing off again. When Mattie was sure her point had been made, she more gently added: "Gonna take more than un day."
Tante's words from yesterday's breakfast rang clear in Rogue's head. How was she supposed to give it time when all she and Remy seemed to do was fight anytime they were in the same room together? It seemed like no amount of time would change that.
"Yeah. Yer right." Tired from the day of shopping, impromptu laundry, and fight with Remy, she agreed with Tante just so she could go upstairs to bed.
Sensing her fatigue, Mattie gave Rogue a parting "bonne nuit" as she passed her in the doorway.
"Ya have a good night too, Tante." Rogue repeated.
Dragging herself up the stairs, she pushed into Remy's suite. The sitting room was blissfully void but as she rounded the corner into the bedroom, she saw him brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Rogue groaned as she stumbled into the room. So tonight he would grace her with his presence. The one time she could care less if he honored his vows or not.
Finished with his teeth, Remy breezed past her into his closet. At least they were going to mutually ignore each other again instead of start another fight. Heading into the bathroom, Rogue quickly washed her face, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair.
She didn't hear any other noises from the bedroom, so she assumed Remy had crawled into bed. Ready to collapse onto the fluffy mattress too, her suspicions were confirmed when she saw him on top of the new covers with the ratty old quilt Mercy had mentioned. The pitiful little scrap really was as bad as she'd described.
With his back facing her side of the bed, Rogue thought she was safe to get undressed. She sat down on the edge to slip off her shoes and socks. The mattress bounced a little as Remy got more settled behind her, not that she cared whether he was comfortable or not. Lifting her shirt up, she tossed the thin fabric aside before reaching to unclasp her bra.
As the hooks broke free, Remy startled her with his sudden objection. "What do y' think yo' doin'?"
"Getting' ready for bed. What does it look like Ah'm doin'?" Rogue said, keeping her back to him but not refastening her bra. She didn't care whether he could see anything or not.
"Yeah, except I don't want t' see y' naked. Put some clothes on. In fact, new rule: if one of us is in de room, de other has to change in de bathroom." Remy declared.
"Fine! Ah don't wanna see yer pasty white ass anyway! My eyes might burn out at the sight." Rogue shouted back as she picked up her nightgown and pressed it to her chest.
"Hey, my ass is not pasty white. Not that y'll ever know." Remy took offense to her insult.
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes, moving into the bathroom again. "Ah'm gettin' real fuckin' sick and tired of yer damn rules. Whether ya like it or not, Ah live here too."
"Only 'til I can figure out how t' divorce y' wit'out causin' a Guild war." He shouted after her.
Enraged beyond words, Rogue quickly changed before slamming down the light switch in the bathroom. Crossing the room to her side of the bed, she flicked off the light and settled under the covers. Sure her back was to his, she lay awake in the dark for a long time. Only when her anger finally melted away did she slip into an uneasy sleep.
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Vous couillon! – You fool!
Ça va. - Okay
Assignation – a meeting to set up a theft
Clenches – robbing a business at a specifically arranged time
Contre-temps – a difficult heist during an inconvenient time
Shares – the portion a thief gets to keep or is paid out on the value of the stolen item
Et bien sûr – And of course
Très bien – Fine
Bondophile – fans of the James Bond fandom
D'accord - Alright
Où la baise est-elle? – Where the fuck is she?
C'est quoi ce bordel que tu as fait à mon lit? – What the fuck did you do to my bed?
Où diable sont mes affaires – Where the hell is my stuff?
Petite salope – Little bitch
Amoureux - sweetheart
