Man's Best Friend [John Wick x Male Reader]

Chapter 8 - Have Some Faith

Both you and John were sitting in the yard, at least three dogs trying to sit in each of your laps.

"Vinkauskas has no clue we did it," John said. "If he did, I'd have people trailing me. He likes to think he's calculating but he's very impulsive. If he were onto us, we'd know."

You mulled over the information. "My fighting style is exceptionally different compared to yours. I'd be quite surprised if he managed to connect the dots. He likely also knows there's two of us. You don't really seem like a team player."

He chuckled. "You're right, I'm not. Usually."

"You want him to know, don't you?"

John looked like a child that was caught stealing. "I do."

You considered it. "It's risky, but I think we could pull it off. What you'll need is patience."

John directed all his attention on you. It was a heady feeling, being the sole focus of another apex predator, even if it was just a few minutes. Though it felt like the difference between a jaguar and a fucking honey badger.

You as the goddamn honey badger, obviously.

"What's the plan?" John asks.

"I think we should target every single branch Vinkauskas has in North America. South America is likely where he makes most of his money but losing all of his business over here will really bite him in the ass. After a few missions we drop hints. Hints that only he'll understand. We don't want his allies to know it's you, but we want him to know who's threatening his livelihood. He just can't have any physical proof. We'll ensure information gets to him through word of mouth and the connections he has with the police."

"Issue is that I don't know where else they've got hideouts," John said, seeming a bit embarrassed. You scratched behind Wurm's ear.

"I've got connections. Cheaper connections than you likely have. I'll get us our info soon. In the meantime, you heal that wound of yours. Speaking of which, let me check it when we're back inside."

"Arguing with you is very difficult," John remarked. You snorted.

"If there's one thing Fern feels the need to remind me about is that I'm a stubborn bastard - to my detriment apparently."

"She's right."

You pushed his shoulder, lightly, so that you didn't exacerbate his wound. "Asshole."

He let out a little laugh as you stood up, holding your hand out for him to take.

~~~

Your painfully annoying ring tone startled the dogs. You answered the phone.

"(L/N). How can I help?"

"(Y/N). What are you up to?"

"Ah Killian. Been meaning to talk to you. Don't act like you don't know what I'm up to, anyway."

"You're working with someone."

"More like working for his sake."

Killian barked out a laugh. "Bullshit. You're enjoying yourself. Good work, by the way. Clean. You sent the cops my way though."

"Yeah sorry about that. Needed an alibi."

"Would've been nice if you'd told me what your friend looked like but I managed to bullshit the two of them. This John guy someone I know?"

"One of Viggo's. Retired."

There was a heavy silence on tge other end of the line. "You're playing with fire, my friend."