Bloodlust (John Wick) *COMPLETED*

Chapter Twelve

FINAL CHAPTER

LYDIA

John drives me back to the house, and I'm not surprised when he follows me inside. Between the two of us, we quickly sweep the house in case Viggo had sent anyone here, but we came up empty-handed which was a relief. I sit down in the lounge on the sofa and fold my arms over my chest, while John takes the armchair opposite.

'Why did you come after me, John?' I ask.

John bows his head, 'I overheard you saying that you were in love with me, when were you in love with me?'

After everything we'd been through I wanted to shower and sleep, but then John has to go and throw a wrench into my plans. It couldn't hurt to tell him the truth.

'After our first job, I left for England because I couldn't be in the same country as the guy I liked when it was clear he was all business. When I found out you got out and began a normal life a part of me was happy for you, but a bigger part of me was jealous because in our line of work you don't get happy endings,' I answer his question honestly, leaning back into the comfy cushions.

John snorts and I'm taken aback, why was he snorting? Was my confession a joke to him? I might have left my gun in the dining room but I still had a knife on me I could throw at him. I clench my fists to try and keep back the anger.

'What's so funny?' I snap.

John looks me dead in the eye, a smile on his lips, a very rare sight indeed, 'I thought you were way out of my league. Also, your father was kind of intimidating. But these last few days have reignited old feelings within me, and if you'll give me a chance I would like to take you on a date.'

If my jaw could hit the floor it would have. Did John Wick just admit to having feelings for me? Did John Wick as me out on a date? This was a lot to take in, but I had an answer already prepared.

'Yes, I will go on a date with you John.'

I stand up despite my back and muscles protests and walk over to him, before leaning down to kiss him. This is what I'd wanted since the day we met and now I was finally getting my wish come true, it just took a lot of death and violence. John kisses me back, cupping my chin and taking immediate control. I'd let him have his way tonight but I wasn't about to let him have all the control.

1 WEEK LATER

JOHN

Lydia jumps into the passenger seat as I floor the gas pedal, 'maybe we should go on a date outside of New York next time John, somewhere where fewer people want you dead.'

I couldn't agree with her more as I swerve between cars trying to lose the men who were following us. Viggo's death had a pretty big impact, and despite Lydia and I taking him out, there were Russians and those loyal to Viggo who wanted vengeance even if it cost them their own lives. We knew we were being followed the second we left the house, Russians weren't exactly known for their subtleness and blending in, which made even more apparent when they followed us inside the restaurant. 

Lydia opens the glove compartment and pulls out a gun I kept there for emergencies and winds her window down, 'when will they learn?'

I shake my head, 'never at this rate, do what you do best Lydia.'

Lydia blows me a kiss before unbuckling to get a better angle out of the window. I slow down to let the two cars get closer, and Lydia skillfully takes out all the wheels only using one bullet per wheel which was impressive. She was definitely her father's daughter, and I never wanted to find myself on the other end of her shot. As far as date nights go this would be memorable, neither was us conforming to the cliche. I just hoped one day the Russians would give up because after a while it would get boring, but knowing Lydia she'd have us travel all over the world taking out every last one of them. This wouldn't be a conventional relationship, two assassins hooking up, but together we'd find a way to make it work.