We're Killing Strangers John Wick Novels & Stories

she said brightly, “do you know the daddy stranger?” The woman’s hands paused mid-movement. Just a pause. Small. Almost invisible. But Crystal saw it. “Why do you ask?” Ruth said carefully. “He keeps smiling at me,” Crystal replied. “Like he knows me.” Ruth forced a laugh. “Some people are friendly.” Crystal frowned, folding her arms. “It’s not that kind of smile.” “Oh?” “He smiles with his eyes,” Crystal said simply. Ruth’s chest tightened. Children, she thought, were terrifying.

KILLIAN POV After seeing Hazel down there, so broken, I knew what I had to do. Put all these bastards in their place. I killed my bike and walked toward them with only one person in mind. Lucian's eyes snapped up, and the grin on his face faltered. I didn't waste a single second on words. I closed the distance between us, and my fist collided directly with his nose. "Killian, what the fuck!" Jason Jax roared, jumping up from the hood of his car.

It wasn't hit too badly to get injured but it was hard enough to feel the pain. "Dude, are you trying to kill me?" cried out Jackson holding his ducked head with his cuffed hands. After a while when he raised his head again and looked to his left, he was greeted by an empty driver's seat. Then his eyes went to the front only to see Stefan talking with his colleagues. "Seriously, who made them special cops anyways? Gossiping his colleagues while leaving their so-called 'Dr. Killer' alone in a car. If it was even any petty criminal in place of me then he would have already stolen his car and fled long gone by now."

He smiled and quickly went to the hospital. ….. She was sitting infront the hospital window and looking outside but her mind was far away. Tears fall down to her pinkish cheeks when he remembered what Jack had done to her. She almost died because of what they did to her. Thanks to that stranger who helped her. “Murderer! I will do everything to revenge you. You have to pay for what you did to me and my future child.” She whispered to herself with anger in her eyes. At that moment, a deep and elegant male voice appeared from the door.

And if we were a gang, it was better if I respected him and did as told just so a fucking ugly dude like this blonde wouldn't dare disrespect me again. "Firstly..." Killian started, his voice commanding silence. "We aren't a gang." He raised his eyebrows at me. Shit! Was I not allowed to think while he was present! "Vam—vampires?" I stuttered. "Who the hell is a fucking bloodsucking animal!" Ronan snapped at me. Geez, this asshole was beginning to get on my nerves. "Then what are you if not that? A secret demonic club?" "We are demons itself."

Veronica Wick, Mister John Wicks wife says while she still had Calogero by her right side and then Mary in the other. “It’s past talking time. What do they want!?”John Wick whined as he headed towards the door with curved brows. “Just simple instructions. I can’t even spend some quality time with my family” He pushed forward with his grumbling while dressed in his black pajamas. He encircled the door knob and opened the door. His jaw dropped. His heart stopped whipping for a second. It’d be right to say that he lost all connection with the world as he saw five men all standing at the door with highly sophisticated guns. Even the air in the room froze.

Atticus held himself with pride as he said, “After I kill this person, your senior will come and heal your father. “The Allens will have a chance to shoot up to success by then! “The person who I was asked to kill is Hendrick Whitman from Clouspring’s Whitmans!” Lincoln’s gaze was fervent. “It’s the Whitmans…” He turned a little ecstatic. “I wish you victory, Atticus! Rowan and I will be off to kill Kayson Yarde then.” “Alright.” Atticus left breezily. Tuckson cried out incoherently. Lincoln could more or less make out what he was trying to say, but he assured his father, “Dad, don’t worry. Rowan is very skilled!”

The door to the room opened roughly to reveal Lucas running towards him with a huffed face. "Crazy Ell." He said with a hasty breath looking at Ellthan in disbelief. "Andrew was killed in an unknown gunshot, but it looks like the person who shot Andrew was the same person who shot Ferzio." Obviously Lucas was on the hunt. Ellthan just stared flat at Lucas "You're here to just tell me that? You think I have no connection." Ellthan said dryly which made Lucas chuckle. "Yeah I guess you don't know." Lucas's chuckle made Ellthan snort.

I could not meet his eyes. “So it is,” he said, voice breaking. “You’re really doing this to us because of her? Skye, she’s gone. She died when you were nineteen. You’re twenty-four now. That was five years ago—” “But her killers are still out there walking free,” I cut in. My voice shook hard and rose. “They didn’t die like my mother. The system did nothing. She was the only parent we had. We never even knew our dad. You know the whole story. Every night I close my eyes and I still see her face. I still hear her voice telling me to be strong. And you think I can just accept it and move on? Never! I can’t sleep knowing they’re laughing somewhere while she’s in the ground.”

“He wasn’t even real. This is a game designed by the Godfather to find the next successor. It’s just another test.” Even if it were a test, Zen could not take his mind away from the brutal scene. He knew what the underworld was all about. Compared to the death he received from the stranger he saved as a cook, this was an actual murder. The stranger who shot him was probably merciful to give him a quick relief, sending him straight to Celine within seconds instead of dragging out the terror and helplessness Han did with John.