✔ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ ONE [John Wick]✔

15

There was only one place where Santino D'Antonio could be. Only one place in all of New York where the Italian thought he would be perfectly safe. And at first it wasn't the Continental Hotel, which he thought was safe. Only later. When it was too late. Anyone else would have gone straight to the Continental, but not D'Antonio.

But why?

Access to the high table.

Among all these people, D'Antonio felt safer than in the hotel, where the rules said no bloodshed or killing of another guest was allowed.

And how could it be otherwise, when a man had gone down in underworld history thanks to a pencil, the seven bullets were just the beginning. For giving John the chance to get near Santino in the first place.

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What followed was to be expected. Not because it was John Wick, or to elevate him back to the heavens of sanctity, but because it was John Wick. Still, Santino fled to the Continental because his entire entourage and his guards were killed. And by one man.

"You seem to have had a nice evening," Alice greeted the Italian, whose face showed relief that he was finally standing with his feet on the floor of the Continental, "where are your friends? Isn't this your big day?"

"Something came up," D'Antonio replied calmly, his steps slowing, but a last glance over his shoulder was not missing, "How is it that I always meet you when I come to the Continental?

"Coincidence. Divine Providence," Alice shrugged and began to cuddle Boy, who had begun to yawn, "I know he will come soon. You're a good boy and John will be glad there was no trouble."

Santino recognized the dog immediately, so Alice's words had been superfluous.

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It was not long before John arrived at the hotel. A few hours, which was still pretty fast considering his condition.

"John," Alice saw John right in the lobby, swallowed and looked up at her mentor, "Please don't. I'm begging you, I'll get down on my knees if I have to, but please stop. "

Тогда. Of course. If there was an after. If there was an after at all.

Without a detour, John limps to the elevator because Charon told him where D'Antonio was at the time. In the lounge, where Winston stood up at the sight of the bogeyman and made one last attempt to talk to someone and bring them to their senses.

There was a bang and Santino's head fell back into his neck.

What if it had? Would John have fired even if the Italian hadn't been so determined? I don't know. I guess so. Maybe he would. Who can say? But it happened.

"What did you do?" asked Winston, knowing he had just lost a friend.
"It's over," John replied, putting the gun on the table and walking past Alice, who looked at him with wet eyes, "see you around."

If there had been no one in the lounge but Santino, Winston and John and Alice, there was a good chance the whole thing would have been swept under the rug. But it wasn't. Too many people realized that John Wick had broken the rules. And they did so with full knowledge.