John Wick: Baba Yaga and the Blue Demon

Partners in crime.

So for a few weeks I've spent time fixing up my previous pages but I'm back and am ready to continue with the story! Thank you so much for the wait and I hope you enjoy!
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blood sinks through my white plaster making it red. I peel the plaster off letting the air reach my new cut. It looked painful as it was. I turn the tap on and let the cold water run on it.
Wow it feels weird to be a member of the high table.

John's warning keeps repeating itself through my brain. I've came to the conclusion I'll never get out of this life no matter how hard I try so it's better to just use my skills in a way to benefit myself. They've moved my room to one with windows and a door I can freely move in and out of.
Apart of me wants to venture through the hotel and find John but I'd never admit it.

Winston had asked me to report to the main reception in 2 hours and prepare to start my first mission. I was allowed to choose weapons from his vault and pick some new cleaner and nicer clothes.
I felt pretty good I wasn't going to lie. I wear high waisted skin tight black jeans with a tucked in shirt and black jacket. I even attempted to curl my hair. Despite the new burns on my fingers my hair looked good. The thick brown curls sitting on my shoulders was definitely worth the pain.

Sitting in my room was pretty boring. I wasn't gonna lie. I wanted to do something. To explore even. I'm a member of the high table now I should be able to do whatever I want.
I clutch the hair on my head and stand up. I grasp my door handle and pull it open and step out into the corridor.

The only thing I can hear is the sound of my heels clicking off the marble floor I'm sure Winston wouldn't mind me exploring.
As I walk I hear a faint voice in the distance which instantly grabs my attention as it echoes through the elsiquisit walls of the hotel.
"Are you sure joining Viggo is a good idea John?" An Italian voice echos from the distance.

I really should walk on but my curiosity overcomes me and I lean against the wall at the other side and listen in.
"No it's not but this is my life Santino it's always going to be this way. Viggo is offering me a lot of money to do this so why shouldn't I take it?" Johns deep yet calm voice echos through the halls
"You could be making a huge mistake , Tarasov will not willing let you go when you realise he is not who you want to work for"
"I appreciate your concern but I don't need it Santino" John says

I hear his footsteps as he turns to walk away
"What about the girl?" Santino's Italian accent calls out making me go numb
I notice John's reflection through a door as he pauses stopping on his tracks
"What about her?" He asks as a strand of his dark hair dangles in front of his face
"Your just going to leave her to Winston?" He asks

I await for John to reply but he doesn't and just takes off without saying another word to Santino
"I guess not" Santino casually says
Leaving would be an excellent idea right now I turn to suddenly come face to face with John causing my body to jump.
"What do you think your doing?" He snarls
"John! I!....sorry" I blurt out
He raises his eyebrow stepping closer to my smaller form
"Where you spying on me?
"Yes!..I mean no NO! Ofcourse not!"
"Yes you were"
"....sorry I was bored and well I decided to go for a walk through the hotel and happened to stumble here" I say being honest

"Ah there she is..your partner in crime Johnathan" Santino's voice interrupts from behind us we both look over at the Italian
"Santino" I say
"Hello Etta I must congratulate you on your position at the high table" he says as his eyes linger through me I can tell he's not directly talking to me but to grab John's attention
"Thank you and may I asked what happened to you during the gun fight you seemed to have just disappeared?" I ask

A smile creeps on his face.
"I like her such curiosity" he blurts out while taking off down the corridor
"What the hell was that about?" I ask John who stands behind me watching Santino
"I wouldn't trust that man" he whispers
"And I why not?"
"I just wouldn't, come on we might as well leave early"
"Early , why?" I ask
"I'll explain on the way. Lets go"