Reflect (John Wick x Female Character One-Shot)

Reflect

'Stop stealing all my contracts!'

Vera stormed through the lobby and right towards John Wick. Who looked up from his drink, 'Miss Blake?'

'Don't Miss Blake me, Wick!'

She slammed her hands down on the table before him, the drink in his hand that was resting on the polished wood shook slightly.

'You stole my contract!'

John was silent for a few moments before taking a sip of his whiskey, 'I believe I did', there was no emotion behind his words and that pissed her off.
This contract was special to Vera and not many people knew that. Winston and Marcus were aware of the story behind this particular one. She was ready to take it but Wick had ripped it right out from under her and she couldn't risk losing it to him.

'You need to give it back to me!'

'I don't think that's necessary'.

'I don't care what is necessary, give me back the contract!'

Her stunning performance had turned some heads so she lowered her voice down even though she didn't want to.

'Why do you want this contract so much Miss Blake?'

'That's none of your fucking business'.

John didn't smile, 'well then I'm not handing it back to you', Vera felt her face grow hot, anger flowed through her veins, 'don't you dare use that kind of trick on me! You wanna know about personal things and when you don't get what you want you to force the person in a way they can't withhold anymore?'
She knew how John Wick worked and she didn't like it one bit, even she would never use that tactic unless it were on an enemy. Right now, she was no enemy and she deserved to keep personal things private, but it seems like John had other ideas.

'You're not getting this contract Blake-'.

'Is it because of how much it is?'

He hummed and went to take another sip of his whiskey but Vera skillfully pulled it out of his hand and threw the glass aside. The cold liquid stained the edge of her sleeve. John's cool composure was gone in seconds.

'That was the last of that drink-'.

'Does it look like I care?'

'No, obviously not'.

'You're not suited for this contract Wick, you don't know shit about this man!'

'I know him, Darius Marcovey, he had dealing with your family and that led to your sisters' death and later on, your parents death'.

He motioned the bar tender for another drink, a different one this time, 'I know exactly who this man is-'.

'I don't know how you found all that fucking information about him, but you're certainly not the right person to deal with him!'

'I believe I am'.

'Oh yeah? What makes you think so?'

'Well, I know I can do it and Marcus knows too'.

Her blood ran cold.

Marcus was in on this? He wanted John to take her contract.

'Wh- what?'

John took a sip of his new drink, 'yes, he believes that I'd be better suited for the contract', her heart was racing and her eyes began to hurt, she hated crying, she only cried when frustration overtakes her.

'Don't bring Marcus into this! He wouldn't approve of this, I know him!'

'Seems like you don't know him enough'.