Bloodlust (John Wick) *COMPLETED*

Chapter Six

LYDIA

FLASHBACK

Coming out to the gun range always seemed to calm me down. As soon as I was old enough to walk, my dad had a gun in my hand. His preference was a sniper rifle, which quickly became my weapon choice, but I also liked smaller guns, which allowed me to get closer to the action and fight much to my dad's discomfort. Dad had gone away to pick up a friend who would be staying with us. He was in our line of work and was called John, although I had a sneaking suspicion that was an adopted name having been raised by the Ruska Roma's. I could be very good at digging up information. I wanted to be able to trust this John guy since dad seemed to like him.

I manage to complete dads course in a personal best, rotating between three different guns and varying targets. Dad wanted me to have the best education. Clapping comes from behind me, and I spin around, gun aimed at whoever decided to sneak up on me. This was dads private gun range and only a handful of people knew its location, and I didn't know the guy stood in front of me.

'Who the hell are you?' I snap.

The guy chuckles deeply, 'you'd never pull the trigger, Lydia.'

How the hell did he know my name? I already hated this guy; he smelled of arrogance and saw himself above everyone else. Then it clicked what dad told me this morning after I said I'd be coming here, he'd briefly mentioned John coming to meet me. I lower the gun.

'Jonathan,' I say coldly.

He smirks, 'I prefer John. Marcus never told me how attractive his daughter was.'

I wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug smirk off his very sexy face. But dad would scold me if I hurt his friends, so I take a deep breath, 'fuck you, Jonathan.'

I storm past him never wanting to see him again, hating guys who thought they were gods gift to women.

END OF FLASHBACK

A knock on the suite door drags me back into reality. I get up from the bed and pad over not bothering to check the peephole because rules and consequences. To my lack of surprise, John was stood on the other side.

'Can I come in Lydia?' he asks.

I nod and step aside. He walks in and sits down at the end of the bed. I shut the door before going to sit down next to him.

'I was just thinking about you, Jonathan.'

He smiles warmly, 'about the good times we shared working together?'

I snort, 'no, actually I was thinking about when we first met at the gun range and how much I hated your arrogant ass.'

His smile falters, 'I wasn't that bad. Turned me on when you kept calling me Jonathan when everyone else called me John.'

I pat his knee, 'you were so cocky, pretty much the first thing you did was hit on me.'

'I couldn't help myself; you were and still are very attractive. Didn't know I offended you, thought you were playing hard to get,' John says, still pouting.

I shake my head, 'stop pouting; you know you get whatever you want with me when you do that, Jonathan.'

John's smile returns and he reaches over to pat my knee, 'still turns me on.'

I feel my cheeks blush. Damn it, my feelings for him would never go away. Once this Viggo thing was done and dusted, I was on the first plane out of New York. I swat his hand away and stand up, needing to put some distance between us, 'we need to find Viggo before he finds out we're working together.'

John clears his throat, 'yeah, you're right, Lydia. I'll get in touch with some people, and you do the same.'

I walk over to the door and open it, 'I'm pretty tired, John, maybe we can talk more about this in the morning.'

He takes the hint and walks out, tapping his knuckles on the doorframe, 'sorry if I came across as cold earlier in the car, I need to realise we're in this together and get back to our old ways.'

I match his smile from earlier, 'I'd like that, John. Goodnight.'

'Goodnight Lydia.'

I close the door and lean my back against it closing my eyes and inhaling deeply, 'if only you knew that I'm still very much in love with you John Wick,' I say to myself.