I Am Wick (John Wick x Female Reader)

Chapter 27

That tattoo, you couldn't get it out of your mind, the man was definetly dead so obviously couldn't ask any questions and you weren't so sure if you were allowed to.

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You were sitting at the dinner table with your parents. You remember you mother sitting next to you, she was alway beautiful to you, her long black hair would always be tied back into a high ponytail and your father's hair scraped just above his shoulder, basically they both had long hair.

You do remember something that your mother had said, you refused to remember a lot of things, you knew what happened before your mother hid you under the bed.

'You think she's old enough?'

You mother said softly and you rolled your eyes, 'you do realise that I'm right here right?' You chuckled and they both laughed, but I'm curious, you remember saying, 'what is it that you wanna tell me?'

You father took a few moments to say something, 'look... There's some things we have to talk to you about, it'll be a lot to take in, but you need to under-', there was a sound of glass breaking and you see your father fall back off the seat. Blood seeping from his shoulder. 
Before you could do anything, your mother took a hold of your arm and shoved you down onto the ground.
You looked over to your father who motioned for you to run, 'get out of here, go somewhere safe!'
The front door swung open, and two mean appeared... The tattoos were very obvious, and they held guns in their hands.

Your mother didn't hesitate to drag you across the ground and into another room. She picked you up and ran up the stairs as fast she could.

'Sweetie, I'm so sorry'.

She was crying, and you couldn't help but feel frightened.

That was the moment she shoved you under your bed.

'I love you'.

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You open your eyes and stare up at the ceiling, it hadn't changed at all. John had been gone for a while.
Those tattoos... You remember them straight away and it scared you, even John seemed to take in your information.

He obviously knew these people.

What were they doing at this hotel? What were they after? Maybe they're after you, ah don't be so vain, you rake your fingers through your hair.
You wanted to find out for yourself, you needed to find out for yourself. John couldn't keep you locked away forever. You go to the door and check out the look... Are you fucking kidding me?
You opened the door, 'so dumb', you walked out into the hallway. John was nowhere to be seen, so you made your way over to the elevator, but before you pressed the button to go down, you hear a click of a saftey clip on a gun.

'Don't fucking scream'.

You stood stock still, your heart pounded against your chest as you took your hand away from the button.

'Put your hands up and turn around'.

You as you say and you see a woman, and she bore the same tattoo as the man who John had killed.

'You're her, you know you're put us through a lot of trouble'.

She motioned for you to go through the window, the exact window that you and Sarah had escaped through.

'Move it, I don't have all day'.

She snarled at you, 'I would shoot you, but I was ordered not to so you're lucky'.  You try to climb through the window but the woman didn't help by pushing you.

'Fucking hell'.

You couldn't help but snap back at her, 'oh shut up', she snarled back. 

'You got her?'

You noticed there was another person, a man, he smiled down at her, 'sorry we had to meet this way, and Diane?' You shook his head, 'you really need to keep your cool, you don't want to scare (Y/N)'.

Fuck they know my name... Of course.

The man was polite, as he offered you his hand and you were hesitant to take, 'it's a shame that we attacked the hotel, we really shouldn't have done that'.

Diane scoffed, 'yeah? You say that now? We've lost a few people because of our stupid thinking', the man shrugged, 'well we have to go back and rescue a couple, they're gonna try and get some information from them about us and we can't let that happen'.

You were curious, 'so... Why do you need me?' You spoke softly and the man smiled down at you, 'you have something for us, something special'.

Oh my god, everyone is telling me about this special shit and I don't even know what they're talking about!

You're quiet and the guy narrows his eyes at you, 'you don't know what I'm talking about, do you?'
You felt bad and fucking scared, would you be useful then?

He chuckled, 'anyway, we need to go before they find out that you're missing!' He motioned for Diane to grab you and she grabbed you tightly.

Bitch.