My Heart Belongs To The Boogeyman

Chapter 1

Johns pov

I was walking to the doors of the Continental when the rev of a engine caught my attention, then a burgundy 1966 Ford Mustang FlashBack whipped up next to the sidewalk. The door opened to reveal a woman. She stepped out with a confidence that very few women her age showed. She was around 23 to 25 max. She was young. Very young. What is she doing at a place like this. As strict as it is about business, it's still doesn't keep you safe out in the real world. Her eyes traveled to me. Green. A very crystal green that would pierce through any ordinary person. The green eyes of a killer. She was here, and she was looking for business.

Glaceys pov.

I walked past a man in the way in. He should a huge amount of fascination in me. I kept walking but there was something about him that made me want to keep him in my sight. Watch him, study him.

I walked into the bar and I noticed many had already arrived. Winston had called for a huge party tonight. For what? I have no idea. Winston is known for wanting to hold huge events and peaceful ones at that. Everyone here knows what happened is you try to do business in this building. You'll be out of business.

I stood off from the larger groups. I held a single glass of bourbon in my right hand a I watched the killers mingle. I looked to my
left feeling a gaze on my body. It was the man from early. I believe I heard he was addressed as Wick. John Wick. A smirk pulled at my lips as I decided to walk over.

"Hello. John Wick isn't it?", I smiled. "It is, and who do I have to pleasure of addressing?", he asked. His voice was soft and menacing. Intoxicating. "Glacey Ambrose.", I smiled. "Well Miss Ambrose, would you like to join me for a dance? ", he asked offering me a hand. I smiled and shot down the rest of my drink and took his hand. "I would.", I smiled.

He took my left hand in his and placed his right around my waist, I mine on his shoulder as he took the lead and swayed us lightly to the music. "Are you new to the business?", he asked. "No. Not really. I was actually raised in it. ", I said. "Really? How?", he asked. My father worked with Marcus many times, his name was Liam, and my brother also worked with them. He is Ethan Ambrose.", I said. "Now what about you? From what I hear you have quite the reputation.", I smirked at him playfully. He chuckled under his breath. "Well I'm just like the rest of us here. There is not much to tell.", he said. I let the subject drop, knowing this man had a lot more to tell. And I knew I would figure out more in time.

At the end of the night John escorted me to my room and then I turned to him to wish a goodnight. He almost seemed to smile. He pecked the back of my hand and then vanished down the hall way.

***

I felt my blood boil as I saw the disaster in front of me. My home, destroyed! I ran through the shattered glass and broken furniture. Praying my brother was either not here or at least okay. "ETHAN!", I called through the house! "Innnn heeerrrreeee....",I heard him moan. I ran to the back bedroom and found him in the floor, beaten half to death! "Ethan who did this to you!?", I hissed pulling him into my arms. "Viggo Tarasov's son. Iosef. ", he said. The faces of Iosef and Viggo ran through my mind. I got Ethan up and called Winston. "Yes Glacey?", he answered. "I need a favor, Ethan has been attacked and I need to keep him somewhere safe. Can you send someone to pick him up here at my place and take him to the hotel. I'll pay you five gold pieces. ", I said. "Very wells my dear. Send them with Mr. Ethan. ", he said and we hung up. I dug in my pocket and pulled five gold pieces and handed them to Ethan. "Where are you going?"he asked. He knew damn well what I was gonna do. Get even.