We're Killing Strangers John Wick Novels & Stories

He was targeting Adrian. Everything happened in seconds. Adrian jumped high, even before the stranger could squeeze. He pushed me back against the bed and threw himself on the attacker. A shot crashed. The window behind me exploded. Glass was raining on the ground. I put my hands on my mouth. The two men jumped against the wall. The stranger was tall, trained, but Adrian moved with a brutal precision, that took my breath. No hesitation. No mess. It's like he'd learned years to turn people off.

Forcing a smile, she stammered, "Johnny… what are you doing here? I… I just thought since it's almost New Year, I'd stop by to see my parents after finishing my work…" Before she could finish, I cut her off. "Then why are you here in this neighborhood? And why did that man just call him 'Dad'?" I narrowed my eyes, studying the man in front of me. Something about him felt familiar. A fragment of memory surfaced— He had been at our wedding. Back then, he'd stared at my wife with a lingering, almost obsessive gaze that had made me deeply uncomfortable. But since he never appeared again afterward, I had nearly forgotten about him.

"How dare you answer back? Let's show everyone what a thief's daughter looks like!" "Get your hands off her!" I roared and charged straight into the crowd. I kicked the punk square in the stomach, and he let out a pained scream. The blow sent him flying six feet backward before crashing hard to the ground. The others immediately staggered back in fear. I pulled Lindsey into my arms and held her tightly. "Touch her again, and I swear I'll kill you," I said, staring at them with bloodshot eyes. They looked intimidated under my glare, but still continued filming as they edged backward.

Uncle gently caressed my palm and wiped my tears with his handkerchief. “Uncle… I think you’re right. That’s what destiny wants. To the world, Sanjana died on the day of the accident. Today, Samantha is born. And as for Liam… he died with Sanjana. I’ll erase him from my life.” It felt as though thousands of knives slashed my tongue as I spoke those words. Uncle paused, then looked at me carefully. “I need to ask you something.” His eyes searched mine, seeking permission. I placed my palm over his, giving him a nod.

My sweet, gentle pups, Quilla and Quinlee remind me every day that while I may be a vicious killer, I have produced pups that are like their mother and should not be held responsible for my violent actions. With that in mind, I respond to Warren. “Yes, the less blood shed the better. There is only one person who needs to die today and that’s Christer. If the others stand down and no one threatens my family, they can live.” “Thank you,” he says. I glance at him. “Thank Kennedy. She’s my humanity.” “It’s your humanity, Quirin. She just brings it to the forefront,” he says. Damn the man for always seeming to know the right things to say.

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

“And you don’t have to look over your shoulder all the time.” I felt my wife’s hand on my back as she said, “I thought I lost Dad, and I thought I was going to die. If killing isn’t a crime, I’ll do it myself, but still, that was mercy. He deserved worse.” I wrapped my arms around her, hugged her tight, and pressed my lips against the top of her head. “I’m not worried about that, but who made the order.” “It happens. When you’re a bad guy, and someone hears you pointed a gun at an innocent pregnant woman, you could be the target of mass convicts. Trust me, brother,” Striker said.

Isabella suggested. So Nicolas went to check who it is himself with his gun behind his back. "Who is it?" he asked but no one answered. "I said who the hell is there?" Before he completed his words Mr. Wick shot through the door. Nicolas got shot in his leg, he fall down in pain. Mr. Wick burst the door open, while Isabella jumps up with fear trying to defend her father. The man who let them into the safe house was also killed by Mr. Wick as he made sure he left no witnesses. He also pushed Isabella out of the way as he shot Isabella's father.

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.