A Man of Service A John Wick Fanfic

Chapter 9

A/N -- kind of a long chapter, but smut takes time!!

T/W – smut, adult situations, swearing

"Stop the car," Kate demanded. "Just stop, John. Turn around."

"Why?" he glanced at her quickly.

"You are not getting involved in this horror."

"I was involved the first time I ever saw you," he answered softly. "The first time I took you to my room. The first time I kissed you. I'm involved Katie, like it or not."

"Aw, shit," she blurted. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, John. I don't know what to tell you. I don't know what to do. When Anthony finds me, one of two things will happen. He'll either drag me back to Vegas and treat me like a prisoner or kill me. His 'honor' won't allow for anything else."

John squeezed her hand. "No one is taking you anywhere. No one is going to kill you. I know a lot of people Katie, and I will make sure you're safe."

They drove for slightly over 12 hours and finally arrived in Chicago; the sunshine was bright and the sky a brilliant blue over the lake. Heading west, they finally pulled off the expressway somewhere in the western suburbs. John pulled into the driveway of a lovely white 2-story house with black shutters and escorted Kate in.

"Where are we?"

"Safe," he answered with a sigh.

John rummaged through the kitchen and refrigerator, which was well stocked, and made a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. Kate made coffee as he was cooking and they both drank it down quickly. She refilled their cups and they sat down and finally ate.

Kate began cleaning up after they finished, but John took her by the hand and silently led her upstairs to the master bedroom. He laid down on the robin's egg blue comforter and extended his arms to Kate. She crawled in the bed and laid down next to him, her head resting peacefully on his shoulder. John turned his head to kiss her on the forehead and she reached up to kiss his neck. Within minutes, they were both asleep.

The sky was a deep, dusty orange by the time Kate opened her eyes. She was in the same position as when she fell asleep, curled around John's warm body with her head on his shoulder; his arm lay protectively across her back.

When she thought about the things Gary had told her and her experiences with Anthony, she came to realize the business John was really in....but, God help her, she didn't care. Where Anthony was abusive and cruel to her, John was tender and gentle. Could he be both men? The hit man and the gentleman? How could 2 sides of one person be so different? Anthony would have taken her to bed as soon as she would allow it, or maybe just allow it, where John was probably still wrestling with the memory of his late wife and confused about letting someone in that close.

Or, she told herself, she could be full of shit.

Kate must have moved during her theorizing because John took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He pulled Kate even closer to him and kissed her forehead.

"Morning....or evening, Katie," he said, sleepily.

"Evening, John," she answered in a breathy voice, nuzzling his neck.

He gave a deep sigh and arched his neck so she would continue kissing him. Her hand lay gently on the other side of his neck, stretching up into his soft hair then down to his powerful chest, caressing him tenderly through his tee-shirt.

John suddenly rose up on his elbow and slipped his hand from her cheek into her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. After several sweet kisses on her lips, her cheeks and her nose, he became more insistent and Kate's lips separated as his mouth pressed down on hers. Finally, Kate could feel the passion inside him and her hand went to his strong, muscular back and suggested by touch that he roll on top of her.