A Man of Service A John Wick Fanfic

Chapter 18

A/N- Sorry for the delay---surgery #2 last week! I think I'm done with that now!

T/W – adult situations, smut, swearing, drinking

John held her tightly in his arms and knew there was a good possibility he would not meet her in Chicago. There were so many things that could go wrong and he knew the odds were against him. He didn't know what to expect concerning Tortorelli, and well, the only thing he knew about dealing with the High Table is that you weren't sure of anything. Winston was the key and John wasn't in a position to trust him as far as he could throw him. He had fucking shot him and sent him tumbling down a large building. He knew Kate had come to trust him, but John was wary. Kate was a trusting soul and Winston could be a class A manipulator. The jury, as far as he knew, was still out on the trust worthiness of Winston.

But he needed to get out of his thoughts and concentrate on Kate while they had the time together. Tomorrow, she'd be gone and it was going to be his task to do extensive clean up. Anthony Tortorelli was going to be in a terrible fatal shooting by an unknown assailant and the High Table was going to send him to hell in order to get out again. He didn't care. So be it if he had to sacrifice his life to try to get out from under the Organization. Kate was worth it. John felt like a lucky man to have two incredible women love him, and if he died in the process of freeing himself, that would be the end of that.

But right now, he was with Kate and forced thoughts of Tortorelli and the High Table out of his mind. They were alone, safe for now, and a whole evening to themselves. He wanted to make it one night that Kate would always remember, whether he was dead or alive.

"Are you getting hungry, Kate?" he asked her, smoothly running his hand down the side of her face.

Kate nodded. "After that breakfast, I didn't think I'd ever be hungry again, but here we are with growling stomachs, siding up to the trough."

John kissed her temple and stood up. "Why don't you order us something for say, in an hour or two? I'm going to the bedroom. I'll be right back."

"Okay," she nodded, sweetly smiling at him. "What would you like to eat?"

"Anything except sardines and anchovies, thank you very much," he grinned.

"Got it," she laughed, walking over to the phone as John left the room.

"Order champagne for now," John called from the bedroom. "And then dinner in a couple hours."

"Okay," she called back.

John met the room service attendant and allowed him to place the champagne on the coffee table in the living area. Kate was curled up on the sofa with her legs tucked underneath her as she continued to watch a movie. When the attendant left, she stood up and twirled the champagne bottle in the ice bucket to make sure it was thoroughly chilled and waited for John to cross the room to her.

As she studied him, she couldn't imagine him as a trained assassin, cold, brittle, unfeeling. He smiled at her warmly, his face soft and expressive and Kate took a deep breath as she smiled back. When he looked at her, Kate always felt butterflies inside, her attraction to him sometimes overwhelming her. She thought about the two of them alone now, soon they would walk arm in arm to the bedroom with his own arousal and passion igniting her entire body. John could simply have her with a look, his brown eyes deep and dark and silently saying he wanted all of her.

As he walked closer, Kate shivered slightly. John's hands slipped around her hips as he pressed her against him, his lips covering hers in a sentimental, romantic kiss, then he placed his forehead against hers.