A Man of Service A John Wick Fanfic

Chapter 13

T/W – adult situations, tension, fluff, swearing, confrontation, drinking

John waded through bizarre dreams in his medically induced sleep but then he saw Kate and it felt like she was right there. Her intoxicating green eyes, thick, lush hair falling down around him and the soft scent of spring air flooded his memory. Kate was laying on top of him; her body had no weight, but her smile was rejuvenating as she kissed him with her full, pink lips. He felt her tender touch and warm breath on his cheek. In one swift move, John rolled over with her, wanting to capture her mouth with his own. He felt her hands grasping his back and her legs wrapping around his hips as he kissed her even deeper.

John felt their clothing evaporate in a cool, white mist and then her inviting, ivory skin against his. It was so real he couldn't imagine anything else and electric waves washed through him. The blanket they lay on was green, soft and warm like cashmere and he covered the both of them in the plush fibers. The feelings were arousing and sexual, bolstered by the shadowy candlelight that appeared all around them.

Kate whispered, "I love you, John" in a tender voice and as he was about to answer her, she melted like a wax figure beneath him. He jumped off the blanket fully clothed to search for her, but the closer he felt he got to Kate, the farther away she was.

He woke up with a start, his head throbbing and his body feeling like he took one giant beating. John willed his short breaths into a normal breathing pattern and sat up with an exhaustive sigh. He had to get up. He had to get up. Kate needed him as much as he needed her.

If John found her, he'd never let her go again.

Kate backed away from both Winston and Charon, wishing she hadn't given the gun back to Winston.

She turned to Winston, "So acting like a sleazy rat bastard..." then turned to Charon, "And just your run of the mill asshole was your plan? Plan for what? And couldn't you the hell tell me what was going on?"

"It had to be spontaneous," Winston continued in his gentle, British voice. "I'm sorry Kate."

"I am as well," Charon added.

"Well thanks. You two are fine gentlemen," she threw out sarcastically. "Now tell me where the fuck John is so I can get away from you two idiots."

"First, let me explain...," Winston said, indicating for her to sit down next to John's dog on the sofa. "Firstly, there was a problem with the High Table. You understand this, don't you?"

"Yes," Kate answered. "I wish I didn't."

"So you know about John...about us...about the High Table and The Continental?"

She nodded, still wary of the two of them.

"Charon, could you get us a brandy?" Winston requested. "We're both going to need one."

"Yes, sir," he responded and went to the other side of the room and returned with the drinks.

Winston sat in a chair across from Kate and took a small sip of the brandy. "The High Table is a whole other problem but concerning this, I was approached by Anthony Tortorelli who wanted a referral to a member of the Organization he could trust to kill you and John. Now it is considered extremely bad form to include a civilian, that's you, in a murder plot."

"Why John? I understand his wanting to kill me but why include John?"

"My dear," he began tenderly. "Anyone here could tell you were involved with each other. It didn't take a PhD in marriage and family therapy to figure it out and Tortorelli wanted you both dead. I told him he didn't have to put a contract out on John, that I would take care of him and you as an extension of friendship."