Emotionally Distant Russian Assassin famously known as the Blue Demon stumbles across John Wick the Boogeyman. John is hired to bring her to the High Table. Will John follow his duty or will he feel something real with her. Will John be able to brea...
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John walks alongside me in silence I can tell he's angry that I was spying on him. "Look I said I was sorry" I tell him trying to break the silence between us. He lets out a dry laugh keeping his dark eyes to the front. "And that's suddenly supposed to make it okay?" "No obviously not...i" I suddenly have no more words to speak to make him understand.
"Let's just get out of here and find your crazy family" Hearing this instantly insults me. "How dare you call those people my family!" I snap "Well they did raise you and it's rubbing off" he answers His words send shivers through me "That's not fair" "Well it's the truth if your wanting to survive the table you need to learn to take criticism and truth" he responds "I thought you were good. I thought you were different from the rest of them!"
John's swivels around and glances down at me is brown eyes bare into mine as his chest heaves. After a few moments his face softens once more. "Well I'm not they call me the boogeyman for a reason" He says turning away from me. He seems to do that an awful lot
A sigh escapes my lips as I take off after him and head outside of the Continental. His black car is already waiting. He swings his car door open and sways to the side climb in. His hair falls in his face once more. In the lighting of the street lights I am able to convey the features on his face. He's beautiful. In his own way.
My heart does a sudden flip which startles me. What the hell was that? "Are you coming or not?" He asks in an annoyed tone. "Yeah obviously" I say stepping down from the stairs as my heels click against each step. I approach the car as he holds the door open for me. He towers over glancing down at me. For some reason I instantly feel hyperaware of every inch of his body. I want to touch him , to run my fingers through his dark hair.
With a few blinks I step inside his car as he shuts it for me. I take a breath what the hell has gotten into me all of a sudden? He walks around the car and pulls his door open. I feel nervous for some reason as he gets inside.
"It's weird me being able to sit at the front without my hands bound" "Your such a pain in the ass" he says as he starts the car. As we drive I sense a tension through the silence. "So what was the conversation with Santino actually about?" I ask him curiously "It's none of your business" "But I was mentioned" I respond "Etta you've got to stop being so nosey"
I don't know what to say after that. The world goes quickly by us as I we pass many buildings , McDonald's , Victoria's secret , Burger King. I've never been to any of these places but it does seem rather intriguing. "I'm sorry for calling them your family" John's deep voice suddenly says cutting through the silence. It takes me by surprise actually. I snap my head up at him as he looks at me while keeping one hand on the wheel. "Thank you"
Our eyes lock onto each other. "But you were raised by them. So you must have an idea of where they could be hiding." Where would they be? "They love Ballet and bars anything with Vodka. I know stereotypical Russians..." "Don't worry I know" he says "and why is that?" "I know this because I'm also a Russian" My eyebrows raise in disbelief "You are?" "Yes and before you ask more questions because I know you will that's all I'm telling you" he says
I fold my arms and sit to the front "Fine" "Where is the nearest ballet?" He asks me "I'm certain you take this road all the way to the bottom and turn left and pass the Burlesque....." And that's where everything hits me.
The last time I was in the Red Siege I remember Nadia discussing wanting to buy a Burlesque and to hire dancers while her assassins train behind the scenes and use it as a base. "THE BURLESQUE!" I blurt out startling John as he jumps slightly "What the hell Etta!" He asks bewildered by my reaction "No you don't understand we need to drive to the Burlesque now!" "Okay okay calm down!" The car swivels around the corner in the direction of New York's new Burlesque.
We reach it finally it's a tall black building with the word 'Burlesque' Written in large bright letters. "I'm assuming we are here" John says "Yep" "Okay I'm going to get out first you stay here" he says grasping his gun and taking off his seat belt. "I'm sorry what?" He looks over his shoulder at me and raises his eyebrow "What?" "Why do I have to stay here?" I ask crossing my arms "It could be dangerous" "You do realise I'm just as skilled as you when it comes to combat I don't need you to protect me" "Etta I bet you in a fight. I'm going to check it out and will call you in if I need back up" "Listen here I'm coming with you if you like it or not" "Fine" he grunts giving up I grab my gun and we step out into the carpark the cold wind instantly blows against my face , tickling my skin.
"Lets go" he says hiding his gun in his suit We walk alongside each other stepping into the Burlesque loud intimidating music rings against my ears as soon as we step foot inside I'm blinded with light. Blue and pink rays of light flashes everywhere.
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Dancer perform on stage dressed like classy strippers dancing amazingly to the songs which makes me understand why people enjoy watching Burlesque dancers.
"Can I offer any drinks for the happy couple?" A waitress asks us holding a tray full of shots Did she say we were a couple? John freezes on the spot hearing this. He looks at me and I at him as blood fills my cheeks "Ehh no thank you and we aren't a couple" I say The waitresses eyes linger on us and smiles "Hmmm okay. We shall see" she responds winking at us she walks past us and disappears leaving me with John once more.
"Can you believe that?" I awkwardly blurt out John let's out an awkward dry laugh and turns away from me. Making me feel very embarrassed at the situation. I wonder why she thought we were a couple? "Keep an eye open for anything suspicious" "Okay on it" I say looking around the area for anything fishy
John walks through the crowd looking very intimidating a woman in a very sexy lingerie blocks his path and wraps her arm around him "Where are you off to big boy?" She asks I bite my lip to prevent my laughter from escaping yet for some reason I feel a little jealousy. "Excuse me" he simply says moving past her it instantly brings me relief he didn't pursue her. Even though I did assume he would be one who would anyway.
I pass by her as my hair bounces off my shoulder. "Why did you reject the hot girl?" I ask him "What's it to you?" He asks as he keeps his eyes a head of him searching the room for anything off. "Well why didn't you pursue her? Most men would have" I ask "I have work to do and I'd never get with a random woman from a bar plus She's not my type" "and what is your type exactly?" I ask "Brunettes" he says turning to look at me.
My heart flutters hearing this as my brown curls dangle around my face. He realises what he said and begins to stutter "I mean I ehhh" I suddenly notice a group of men disappearing around the back of the stage. "John code red." I say moving past him to see what's going on.
