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This was the life that John remembered from before Helen, the one that he thought he had left behind for the calmness of peace and quiet and minimal bruising of the strictly accidental bumped-my-knee-on-the-designer-coffee-table sort.
This endless cycle of contracts, kill orders and coins, so many glinting, glimmering godforsaken coins slipping cold and callous against his palms, running like a macabre blood and gold-tinged stream through his fingers. His hands should be stained red by now, blazoned with the blatant evidence of his uncountable sins, but somehow they were just as they’d always been, tan-colored and absolute and disturbingly deadly, if neither clean nor innocent.
At first he took the contract out of curiosity, it’s not every day that a stripper becomes a contract target, but after seeing you, your kindness, your innocence, he took it to make sure no one else did.
Short Fic, eventual smut! John Wick/Female Reader