As Sylvan patted his pocket to ensure Leila's $20 note was still there, he thought about her and René.
It was obvious to him that René cared for her a lot and she for him and that was a good thing. The fact that Leila was French didn't come into it. René really did care for Leila - whenever they were alone, in their hotel room, the arena or wherever, Sylvan had enough trouble getting René to shut up about her. Mind you, René had the same problem when it came to Sylvan and Sophie.
Now that he had seen this Marc creature up close, he could see why Leila and Sophie's parents took out that restraining order on him. He looked like a bastard - someone he certainly wouldn't want his daughters getting mixed up with. If he had any daughters.
He purchased the Coke Leila had asked him to get for her and was making his way back to the hotel when he was accosted by Marc himself.
"You do realise that Leila's a frigid little bitch?"
"After what you did to her, I understand why she is the way she is. You should really be telling that to my tag team partner. It's Sophie that has captured my heart, not Leila."
"Whatever. Whatever. Be sure to remind the twins that the restraining order won't hold up over here. It only applies when we're in France."
Sylvan glared at Marc for several seconds before going back into the hotel, trying not to shake. He knew he shouldn't have let the creep get to him but he really wanted to strangle him. Little wonder Leila was terrified of him.
He got back to the twins' room and waved the several bottles of Coke in his own, unique way. By moving his body.
"Sweet! My caffeine fix can be fixed!"
As Leila grabbed some of the bottles of Coke from Sylvan's arms, she noted that he looked a little worried.
"Are you okay?"
"It's nothing, really. Besides, it should be Sophie asking me, not you." Sylvan winked and Leila smiled. She took some of the Coke and walked over to Sophie, unaware that Sylvan had placed the rest on the bed and went over to René.
"He accosted me outside just before. Reckons the restraining order won't hold up over here."
René sneaked a look at the twins, who were busy pouring the Jim Beam into glasses and filling them up with the Coke. They didn't seem to be worried at all.
"That's it. We've got to go to the police tomorrow and see what the story is about it. I'm not having him get Leila so worked up."
"I agree but I won't say anything to them about him until tomorrow. I don't want them worrying too much."
"So, what? Are we going to stay in here for the night?"
"It's the least we can do. Especially for Leila."
René nodded and got off the spare bed - which was actually Sophie's - and went to sit on Leila's bed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She smiled before going bright red.
"It's too late to be getting embarrassed now."
That remark earned him a swipe on his chest, which actually hurt.
"You can be violent when you want to be, can't you?"
"Yeah but I wouldn't be that violent around you. Just that bastard."
They all knew who Leila was referring to there. That Marc creature.
"Does he have your cellphone numbers at all?"
Thw twins looked at each other before looking at Sylvan.
"Don't know. Hopefully, he doesn't."
As René had a sip of the Coke Leila gave him - luckily, there was no Jim Beam in it at all - he remembered something about a fancy dress party that weekend.
"Do you two feel like being our partners to a party this weekend? Fancy dress? I thought about having the two of you wear our ring attire."
"It has to be the tights, not the Speedos."
"We can do that. You two get to be La Résistance members for the night."
Leila smiled for a few seconds before realising something.
"What are you going to do about these?" she asked, pointing to her breasts. "We can't go walking around topless because we can get arrested for indecent exposure."
"We can wear those singlet things. You know, the ones where we don't need to wear a bra."
"I don't think they really wanted to know that, Sophie."
She smiled sheepishly and Leila shook her head, stopping when she heard "La Marseillaise" - her cellphone's ring tone. She removed René's arm from her shoulders and moved to the end of the bed to grab it as it was sitting next to the tv.
She pressed the relevant button to answer the call, put the phone to her ear and literally froze.
After a few seconds, she brought her cellphone down, turned it off and threw it away.
"That was him?"
"No shit, Sherlock."
"And you can't change your phone number because that's the one everyone knows and you have to be in France in order to do so?"
Leila nodded, looking around for the vital piece of paper she had showed René.
"I'm not waiting until tomorrow. I'm going down to the police now. I have to find out if that restraining order will hold up over here."
"I'm going with you."
She had come to accept that. She nodded and pulled on a pair of tracksuit pants and an old sweatshirt, grabbing the restraining order and briefly looking at it.
"Have you got the translation anywhere? They won't understand this version of it."
Sophie went hunting for the translation and handed it to her sister. Leila snatched it out of Sophie's hand and waited for René to finish tidying himself up.
"We'll be back when we're back. And don't let her out of your sight. You never know what he will try."
Sylvan nodded and Leila and René left, keeping an eye out for Marc.
"He, um, accosted Sylvan outside when he returned with your Coke."
"What? When were you going to tell me that?"
"Tomorrow, when we would be going to the police to get that restraining order sorted out. Might as well tell you now."
Leila rubbed at her face in frustration. She had finally succeeded in getting rid of the demons about Marc and now that he was back in her life - not by choice - they were coming back to scare her.
She wouldn't rest easy that night until she knew where the restraining order stood. At least René was with her, she reasoned. She would be needing him in the next few days, if this situation got any worse.
Which it probably would.