After Winston left, Evie decided the only chance was to get to Motkova before John. She was sure she would not have a problem finding him. In fact, her money was on them finding her now that John was gone. John had told her to stay in the hotel. So if she were to leave surely someone would find her and take her to Motkova. Evie tucked the small handgun into the back of her waistband. She threw on a jacket and made her way to the elevator. She casually walked to the front door to leave.
"Ms. Taylor." called the man at the front desk. Evie ignored him as she hurried to the door. Once outside she walked down the sidewalk to a crosswalk. As she stood waiting to cross the street a dark car pulled up. "Ms. Taylor." said a man in the back seat as he opened the door. "Mr. Motkova would like to see you."
Evie thought they would find her easy once she was out of the hotel. She didn't realize it would be this easy. She swallowed hard as she nodded and got in.
John drove to a dry-cleaning store on the corner of 1st and 2nd Street. He obtained information that Motkova ran his operation from the building. John parked several blocks away and walked. As he rounded the corner he saw several men walk into a side entrance. His heart sank as he saw Evie walking in the center of them. A gun held at her side. He found himself angry at Evie's stubbornness. He just prayed it wouldn't get her killed. His focus was to kill Motkova and end this. As much as he cared for her, he knew the best life was her was far away from this.
"How good to see you again, Evie." said Motkova.
"I'm here so you can cancel the contract or whatever you have out for me." she said feeling brave and stupid all at the same time. She only hoped she would throw John off the trail. The man, Motkova, looked familiar to her but she didn't know why.
"Where is your protective shadow? I thought Mr. Wick kept very close tabs on you." he said.
Evie just stared at him.
"I see the look in your eyes. Do you remember me?" he smirked. "Has it been that long? He left no lasting impression?"
"I'm sorry, who?" she asked.
"Trevor." He said. "I know how you crushed his affections for you all those years ago."
As she stared at Motkova she realized why now, that he looked familiar.
"Poor, Trevor. He loved you but you wouldn't love him back." he said.
"He tried to rape me." she said angrily.
"But he didn't, did he?" said Motkova.
"He tried." she argued.
"You're such a stupid whore like your mother." said Motkova.
Evie lunged towards him slapping his face. In return, he punched her knocking her to the ground.
"I've wanted to do that ever since that night." said Motkova.
Two men grabbed Evie's arms and pulled her up. She felt the warmth of blood run from her cut lip. Her cheek felt warm and throbbed.
"That night that you chose to save yourself and let your mother die. Do you know why she died?" he asked. She now realized who he was. The night her mother died, he was one of the men who stormed their home.
"Because of you, Trevor killed himself, and that is why your mother had to die." he said. "You were the one we came for but you ran."
Evie stared at him in shock. She never knew Trevor killed himself.
"Oh yes, because of you Trevor died and because of you, your mother died." he said smiling as two men carried out an older man and threw him to the floor. He looked to be in his early 60's. "And now, because of you, your father will die."
Evie looked at the man. He looked like a stranger.
"And he will die at your own hands." said Motkova placing a gun in her hands.
"No." she said.
"That's cute. You think you have a choice. Let me put it this way. You kill your worthless father and I will cancel the contract and forgive the debt."
Evie stared at Motkova and then at the weeping man called her father. If she did this then John would have no reason to watch over her. She could free him of the obligation he felt to her.
"To sweeten the deal, I will also clear the marker due me from your precious John Wick." he said.
"What?" she said staring at him confused.
"I see I have your attention now, Evie. You see a marker is a blood oath. As long as I hold this I can ask any task of him." he smiled. "Even, to kill you.
Evie just stared at him as he removed an item from his pocket. It looked like a pocket watch.
"Imagine the torture he would live with if your blood was on his hands." he said. As she stared at the marker he knew his words churned within her head and her heart. "It's simple, Evie."
She looked at the marker. Motkova could be lying. She had no idea what that was but was she willing to take the chance. She finally looked up at Motkova.
He smiled as he knew he was getting through to her, "Kill your father, dear, and you and John walk away."