Aim to kill (John Wick X !Female Reader!)

5. Road to Vegas

    I thought Winston was joking, saying that he had gotten us a flight to Vegas for the same day. Turns out he wasn't. We had to leave by 7 tonight, it was already 5:30. I rushed to the elevator and right before the doors close, Wick, catches the door and comes in. The ride in the elevator was a silent and slightly awkward one to say the least. Once the elevator ding informed me of the arrival to my floor, I bid Wick a brief goodbye, knowing I would see him soon enough in the airport. 

By the time I made it up to my permanent-stay hotel room, that Winston given me while I stay with him, I had time to shove some of my 'specially' tailored outfits into a bag, and grab a few more things: the  Sicilian book, which I always kept with me as a form of good luck charm when doing a contract out-of-city, my switchblade knife that was also a gift from my father, and a letter that I had found in the back of the book. It was a letter that my father had put there, explaining to me what all brought this about. It read:

My dear Y/N,

I know that if you are reading this now, then things did not turn out so well in the end. There are a few things that I do need you to know before I can go any further. One, what we did, we had to do for the safety of you. Neither your mother nor I would be able to live with ourselves if anything were to happen to our only beloved daughter. Second, Winston will help you understand this when you get older, however, our family 'business' is more complex than it seems. We are a Sicilian mafia family, something you couldn't dare to know until the absolute dire time, for fear of something happening to you and it were to get out. You are the only child of me, meaning you are the only thing keeping this bloodline going. You may be wondering, yes you do have cousins, however I am the Don of this family, and stealing the Don's child is the one thing that most rivaling families would do to keep us under control. They would try to dangle you over our heads in order to hurt us, and even worse, they would hurt you in the process. I have written this to explain somethings to you. and I am giving you a list of things I need you to do, think of it as the final wishes from your father.

    1. Respect Winston. I have known Winston for decades. He will protect you like any would father protect his daughter. he has only your best interests at heart.  Obey him please.

  2. train hard. I would love for you to become an assassin like your mother once was before marrying me and becoming the housewife she is now. And so would she. But if you don't want to, that is okay as well. Don't feel forced into anything, when the time comes Winston will ask you, and help you along the way, should you choose that is what you want to do.

3. Finally, do not worry about your mother and me. We will be fine. We will do everything to protect you. Even if that means sending you off when the time doesn't feel right. Know that until the day we die, we will never, and I mean never, let you leave our mind. When the time comes, we will come and get you to become a part of the family again.

Until then my beautiful snapdragon, your mother and father love you always,

 Don Antonio Balistreri

I reread the letter like I always did when I was moving it to my bag. I smile thinking about my father. When I was younger, I used to wonder how such a kindhearted man like my father could be the Don of a Sicilian mafia family. But as I know now, even the most kindhearted can be some of the most ruthless killers if you push them hard enough. I remember when I was a child when I first came to Winston, I was both opposed and absolutely disgusted by the idea of being an assassin. Winston understood this and kept me away from it until one day I came to him and asked to learn more about it, admitting I was a little close minded about it at first. He reassured me that I was only a child, and it was to be expected from someone as young as me. At first, I was just curious, wanting to more about in, then I dove headfirst into the deep end, asking Winston to train me. After a while I asked for him to send me out on a simple contract. He gave it to me. I came back badly beaten up and bloodied, but the contract was done. The one thing that kept me going through it was the last sentence of the contract file, information that I would need for the contract to get done, Winston gave me. "This group may be guilty for the death of the head of the Balisteri household, however this information is still unknown" I had read that sentence and knew exactly then that I was the only person to do the job. I tried to get information out of them, but I was new to the job, so I got nothing except dead bodies and a name. Santino D'Antonio. I was determined to hunt this man down. 

Now I am a full-fledged assassin working under the High Table and I was being sent off to Las Vegas with a mysterious assassin with the nickname 'The Boogeyman'. I heard a knock on my front door. I open it to reveal Charon. I swear this man can teleport with the amount of shit he does around the hotel and how quickly he moves. He told me Winston had summoned me to his study again. Without asking he grabbed my bags as I nod to him signaling that I was finished packing. I reach the study in an almost record time. I knock and go in like always. Instead of finding Winston in his usual stop I find him sitting behind his desk in the study. I stride over to his desk, standing, looking over the files on his desk. "I have the files for this contract, I want you to go over it thoroughly." Winston said looking up at me. As I was about to turn away, he stopped me. "Y/N I need you to promise me that you do not put too much emotion into ending this. What you will read is something that even my fucked up morals can't seem to stomach." I look at him and say nothing, just nod. "Y/N I hope you can get along with Mr. Wick, he is a good man. Don't underestimate him, he is quite the strong man. He is a man of focus. I am almost sure you two will work great together", Winston told me as I walked out of the room. I turned back, made eye contact with him and nodded.

-time skip to on the plane to Vegas-

Luckily, we are rich enough to afford first class seating. We got to take a regular plane since we were carrying nothing but some clothes, and my knife, and wouldn't have anything but clothes until we got to the Vegas Continental. I was sitting in an extremely spacious and surprisingly comfy seat for it being a plane for normal patrons. The flight attendant offered me a glass of their 'finest red wine', it was really just a ploy to leach an insane amount of money people because that is just what you do when you want money. Let's just say that the wine was not the 'finest', we had better bottom shelf wines at the bar back home. I glance over at Mr. Wick. he is sitting in his seat on his phone minding his own business, looking better than ever if I may say so myself. I had the file Winston had given me in my lap. I look at it and read the contents, full of the disgusting crimes against humanity these people had done to those poor children. According to the files, some of the people working with them had sold some information to Winston for a pardon. Winston was a man of his word, but not with something like this. Especially when it had to do with innocent children. I was given permission to kill them all, except for the kids of course. I eventually got tired of reading so I closed the file and set it back in my bag that I had sitting at my feet. I fell asleep shortly thereafter, out of the exhaustion of today's job.

I awoke to terrible turbulence, and my head in the most awkward position, flopping out into the isle. I almost had to laugh at how stupid I imagined I looked. This would be one hell of a contract.