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Guns and Roses (Pt. 3) | John Wick x Reader

Part 2

SYPNOSIS: Days passed with John's constant visit to Y/N's flower shop café, he never knew how much he really wanted her until he realizes that he's not the only one who has his eyes on her.

THEME: Non-con. Dubcon. Obsession. Dark!John x Innocent/Naive!Reader. Abduction. Lots of smut. Don't read if any of these make you uncomfortable. 18+ readers ONLY.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of violence.

When Helen was still alive, John found out how jealous he can get. The first time he felt the feeling of jealousy, he found it so corrosive. It was as if it's eating you whole and the mere thought of losing the one you love to some other bastard, makes him see him see red. After that day, John vowed to himself to never let that feeling make its way into his system again. But it was quite difficult because Helen is a gorgeous woman. A lot of men would want her, of course. But John, he managed to control his jealousy.

Because he knew that Helen would never look at another man the way she looked at John.

Today is different though. Way different. Because John never knew how truly possessive he was until he met Y/N. He tried to reason with himself. That he had no right to feel this way especially since he just met the girl. But no, it just wouldn't go away. The way she smiles at other men and look at them with her pretty bright eyes, it drove John crazy. Because that's how she looked at him. Or maybe... that's how she looks at everyone?

Maybe the brightness she showed for John was just the same one that she showed to others? Is that the kind of girl she is? No. No, that can't be. John was special. He always visits her. He's consistent. He would always take the time to get to know her even if the answers to his questions he already knew. He would always help her out whenever he can. But these men? They never took the initiative. They never took the time to get to know her like he did.

So John was special. He had to be special.

Of course, he already knew that she knew that. It was only a matter of time when she'll realize that all of what John is doing is for her own good. John liked to think that he was the best thing to ever happen to her life. Before him, her life seemed so dull and dangerous. It's not safe for a girl to roam around the streets at night especially a girl as pretty as Y/N.

So maybe it wasn't such a bad idea for John to follow her to her home, right? He just wanted to make sure she was safe after all. No harm in that.

If only Y/N knew how much John really cared for her. If only she knew how unsafe she really was in public. There are a lot of bad people out in the streets and John knew that. Most of the time, he passed by them. Some of them even order flowers and pastries at Y/N's shop.

John knew better. Of course, he did. He's in a business where he works with cruel people all the time. And the last thing he wants for Y/N is to be in danger. He knew all of that. But the other guy over there? Not so much.

Three days ago, John came in and saw Dave, one of Y/N's newly regular customers. At first, he never really thought much about the kid. But now that his visits are as frequent as John's, the assassin's patience is running thin. He would notice how the guy looks at her and would hear his attempts at flirting but John was pretty sure Y/N was oblivious to all that and would only reply politely at him.

The assassin couldn't help but scoff at Dave's sulking reaction whenever he got turned down and he was pretty fucking sure the guy already despised John. If he could read his mind, he was pretty sure Dave was already cursing him in his head.

The look in his eyes says it all. John could perfectly see the frustration and a hint of embarrassment in there. He was aware of the silent rivalry going on between the two of them and neither of them wanted to back out. But if there was anything that John had in common with Dave, it was the fact that he was also dangerous. But unlike John, Dave was also a bit of a coward and the assassin could perfectly sense it.

Because even if he wanted to give John a piece of his mind, Dave was obviously afraid of the older man.

And John couldn't really blame him.

Dave had a reason for fearing him after all.

"Good morning, John. The usual?" Her voice rang out, cutting off John's train of thoughts.

"Yes, darling." John smiled and couldn't help but notice the faint blush creeping up on Y/N's cheek. It was small hints like this that made John think that he could have a chance with the sweet girl in front of him.

He had also began to openly call her endearing nicknames. He was quite thankful that Y/N would let it slide and since she never really said anything about it, John figured it was perfectly fine to do so.

"Here you go, John. I added some extra shots of espresso in there, I thought you could use it." Y/N said sheepishly and silently pointed out the bags around John's eyes.

John let out a chuckle and took a careful sip of his drink. He took it upon himself to pick up the tray with a plate of Y/N's pancakes and sat down on his usual seat near the counter. It was only 7 AM and John was the first customer to come in. He always made it a point to come in first just so he could chat with Y/N a bit before she had gotten busy with her other customers.

"Oh, I never really asked you. How did your date with Dave go? Didn't he ask you out the other day?" John asked casually. He took note on how Y/N's expression changed and he grabbed the opportunity to have a taste on the pancakes that she had made.

"Well, to be honest it went okay. But I haven't really heard from him ever since he dropped me off." Y/N answered solemnly to which John hummed in response and turned his head to look at her while she was busy tending to her flowers.

"Did you try and call him? Text him maybe?"

"Trust me, John, I already did all those but I got no reply." Y/N paused and turned around to look at John while she fiddled with her fingers, hesitation written all over her face, "Do you think maybe he realized how boring I was?"

John's eyes widened at her question and it made his blood boil almost instantly. It angered him that she could even think of such things about herself. Boring? Fuck, she was nowhere near boring, that's bullshit!

The older man took a deep breath and gathered his composure before he forced a soft smile on his face and shook his head.

"Sweetheart, you're nowhere near boring. If anything, I think you're one of the most interesting women I ever met." There it was again. That blush.

Y/N looked down at her feet and giggled nervously and John smiled softly at how cute she looked whenever she's flustered. She was a shy girl, John took note of that. He noticed how she would avoid his gaze whenever he complimented her or did something that was considered sweet. And everytime he saw her reaction, she only got more and more adorable.

"Anyways." She cleared her throat and nodded her head over at him, "You seemed so worn out, what have you been doing last night?"

"Nothing too big. Just had a lot of work to do." John said dismissively as he continued to eat his food and washed it down with the black coffee he was drinking. Every food that was made by Y/N tasted good to him.

Y/N hummed in response and tilted her head to the side when she noticed hiw dirty John's nails were. And it wasn't the kind where e wasn't taking good care of them. It was the kind where it looked as if he really had gone down and dirty with them.

"Are you a mechanic?" She would ask curiously as she walked back to the counter and began to wrote stuff down on her notepad, probably a checklist of some sort. John also took note of how organized Y/N was.

"You could say that. I also book bind. Why?"

"Nothing much. Just figured your line of work must be a bit messy considering how dirty your hands are." Y/N let out a giggle and nodded her head towards his hand and John looked down to see that they really were dirty.

"Oh uh, yeah. I guess this isn't really a good look, is it?" He chuckled and proceeded to put his hands down on his lap. Thankfully, he was already done eating.

"Well, it's not a good thing to eat food while your hands are dirty." Y/N grabbed some tissues and walked over to John's table where she stood in front of him.

John looked up at her in awe as she looked down at him with a soft smile on her face.

"May I?" John didn't think twice to lift his hands up and placed them onto Y/N smaller, softer ones.

"A man should always take care of himself. That's what my Dad always said." Y/N murmured quietly as she focused on cleaning John's hands and taking the dirt out of his nails, "What would your date say if she saw how dirty your hands are?"

John let out a laugh and wasn't at all offended by what she said since he knew she was only joking. He should be embarrassed that his hands were dirty. It probably looked disgusting and unsanitary. But this was the first time he had gotten them this dirty. Work was... heavier than usual after all.

"I think she shouldn't be cleaning my hands if they're so dirty." John saw how Y/N froze on her spot as her eyes met his. He smirked at sight of the familiar pink hue on her soft cheeks and he wanted nothing more but to press his lips against them.

"John, I-"

"Excuse me, Miss. Is Y/N Y/L/N here by any chance?" John tilted his head to the side just as Y/N turned around to see two police officers standing behind her.

"Uhm, yes, this is she? Is there something wrong, officer?" Y/N put the tissue down on the table and John could sense her unease at the presence of the two uniformed bastards in front of them.

"Good morning, Ma'am. I'm Officer Wilson and this is officer Callaway. We just need to ask you some questions so if it's okay with you, can we step outside and talk?" Y/N looked back at John who smiled gently at her and gave her a nod before he leaned back against his seat and took one big gulp of his coffee.

"I'll be right back." She whispered and proceeded to step outside of the shop with the two officers following behind.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Y/N asked the moment they were out in the clear and she saw how Officer Callaway let out a deep sigh and pulled out a picture from the folder he was holding.

"Do you know him, Miss Y/L/N?" Y/N's eyes widened in response as she grabbed the photo with shaking hands.

"Yes. I was on a date with him the other night, David Hernandez. What's wrong, did something happen to him?"

"I'm afraid he's gone missing, Ma'am. And according to what we've recently gathered, you were the last person he was with the night he disappeared."

"He... he dropped me off after our date and ever since then, I haven't heard from him. I even dropped calls on his cell and texts and even left a voicemail on his answering machine but there was nothing. I thought maybe he ghosted on me but I never knew he went missing."

"Not to worry, Miss. We're currently taking care of the case and doing everything we can to find him. We'll be contacting you if we find anything on the matter. Thank you for taking the time to talk to us." Officer Wilson smiled at her reassuringly and soon got into the car with his partner.

Y/N stood frozen on her spot and watched as the car disappeared from her sight. It took her a good few minutes to finally gather her composure and walk right back inside the shop where she expected John to be waiting for her but there was none.

Instead, there was money left on the table along with a napkin that had a written note on it.

I'm sorry if I couldn't wait. Had to go and take care of something at work. Be safe, sweet girl.

-John x

Y/N crumpled the napkin up and stuffed it in the pocket of her jeams before taking the money and putting it in the register and some on the tip jar since she knew John would always leave a tip for her.

But her mind was spiraling from the turn of events that just occured.

Dave was missing for four fucking days now and there was still no trace of him that was left.

Where was he? Y/N thought.

Meanwhile, John parked his car in the garage and grabbed his duffle bag from the trunk where a familiar silver watch was placed safely inside.

The assassin scoffed and tossed the watch on the coffee table inside the living room before he proceeded to make his way upstairs and take a much needed shower. The events of last night was too tiring and stressful to even think about. Thankfully, he's finally able to scrub himself clean.

He was never fond of having blood and dirt on him after a gruesome kill.

That wasn't his problem though.

If only Dave had behaved and didn't put up a fight. Maybe the deed was done much faster than John would've intended.

But oh, well. It was done either way.

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