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Winstons Daughter

TW: Domestic abuse, swearing

I grabbed the door of the continental hotel, frustrated my trip was canceled at short notice. The door shut softly behind me, the cool air rushing on my skin. I walked up to the front desk, Charon was there speaking on the phone in a low tone. His dark eyes looked up at me, then back at the phone. He put the phone back on the receptor and he folded his hands on the desk.

"Hello miss Winston," I smiled and placed my hands on top of his. A promising smile lay on his round face. He opened a drawer and gave me my gold key card. "Only for the best ma'am." I smiled, "Thank you, Charon," I grabbed my things and started walking to the elevator. I pressed my floor number and the doors were about to shut until a man ran inside at the last second. "FUCK-," I yelled as he ran right into me.

I opened my eyes in a fit of rage, to Mr. John Wick on top of me. His eyes were a dark brown and his hair was an even darker black. His eyes changed from annoyance to actual concern when he realized who I was. "I am so sorry miss Winston," he said as he climbed off of me, "let me help you."

His hand shot out towards me, I laid on my back in astonishment. I pulled myself up, grabbing his big, warm manly hand. "Thanks, Wick," I said thoughtfully, dusting my clothes off. John staring in embarrassment. I looked up at his face, then his torso, dust littered his black suit. "Here," I said as I started dusting off his chest. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to compose himself again. He let out a small sigh and squinted his eyes.

The elevator opened and we both stepped out. "I-," I cut him off, "it's okay Wick, I won't tell my dad."

"Oh okay, thank you," he said nodding. It wasn't a surprise that he was grateful I didn't say anything about this to my father. Everyone wouldn't think twice about crossing his path, even more so cross mine.

I smiled, and he raised his hand up causing me to flinch. "I wasn't gonna- wait what?" I stepped back a step and my breathing picked up. "Come with me. Please." He held his hand out, I looked at it and then him, I nodded and grabbed his hand. Flashbacks of my ex kept appearing in and out of my head. His screaming and fits of rage, I'm just glad I could get away.

We got into his hotel room, he sat me down on his bed and pulled a chair up in front of me. "You wanna tell me what's up?"

My palms turned sweaty and my mouth became dry. I pulled my hair behind my ears and adjusted myself. I noticed he was staring at me, watching my every move. "I'm sorry I just- I just haven't told anyone about this before. Not even my dad." He sighed and rested his hand on mine, "It's okay take your time. Besides, I think whoever caused what happened, your father would have killed them already."

I told him everything, from the physical abuse to the verbal abuse. Each instance of my ex made him sigh and shake his head in disappointment. After I was done, my head was in my hands and I was trying my best not to sob. I felt movement beside me, John sat down next to me. He placed his hand on my back and started rubbing. I felt so much comfort with him, I like when he touches me.

"I'm sorry this happened," he whispered. His hand snaked around to my chin and lifted my head, a tear streamed down my cheek and he used his other hand to wipe it away. I noticed his pupils were enlarged, his brown eyes gleamed into mine. He's so beautiful. I leaned my head into his jaw and scooted closer. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. I sniffled in his neck and he pulled me in tighter.

The mix of cologne and gun powder filled my nose. He smells so good. All my mind could think of was this boogeyman holding me. I soon realized that I've wanted him to hold me like this. Maybe even more than just this. "I really appreciate you, uh, you know, stopping what you were doing to talk to me about this. It lifted a weight off my chest believe it or not," I said in a whisper and not dare open my eyes.

I could feel him nodding above me. "I'm glad I could help out miss Winston," he said in a low tone. I rolled my eyes and chuckled, "Please Wick, call me by my name."

He let me go and lifted my chin to his face. He looked in my eyes, then my lips, then back at my eyes. "As long as you call me by mine, y/n."

"Okay, John."