CHAPTER TWO —
( meeting you at first may have been an accident but meeting you a second time, now that's just fate. )

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six days later.

THE CONTINENTAL
New York City

Diana Anderson didn't know what it was—his dark eyes, his scars, or just who he was notoriously known as—but her mind wouldn't waver from that of John Wick. She found herself thinking about him, wanting to know more and more about who he was, what he was capable of and perhaps learn from him. It wasn't something she was used to thinking. All the other hitmen Diana had met had been hit and misses, men just thinking they were superior to her in every way possible. But there was something different about John Wick, and she had only ever had one simple conversation with him that lasted a total of sixty seconds.

Diana Anderson sat at the vanity placed in her room at the Continental, leaning back in a chair and tapping away on her phone. She wasn't currently assigned to a contract, and whenever one did pop up, she found it wasn't of any use to her time. So she tapped away on her phone, her mind drifting off to the same person her mind would nonstop be thinking about all over again. Diana contacted a couple of people she knew, trying to get intel of the Baba Yaga. Of course, she had heard of the legends surrounding the infamous man (as had every other hitman). How he took out three men at once with a single pencil, and how he attained his nickname. But she didn't know him, and for some reason, she was eager to find out.

Unbeknownst to Diana, that very man she was researching was researching about her as well. Wanting to know why they called her what they called her. Looking at videos of her fighting style, her seducing style. She was impressive, John thought as he watched a video of Diana at a bar talking to three men before effortlessly and smoothly taking them all out with a glass of champagne never leaving her grasp and all it's contents inside. She then skulled down the rest of the drink before stepping over their bodies and exiting the room. Diana was stunned as she watched a video of John Wick take out three men in a bar with just a single pencil and not a single wound piercing his skin. She leant back in her chair, a slight hum escaping her lips until she realised the time and saw that it was night. Knowing that she had nothing planned and better to do, Diana stood up and headed towards the door, deciding to go downstairs to the club to have a somewhat decent night (and perhaps seduce someone to make her night even better).

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Diana walked into the Continetal's club room, hearing the music blast overhead and feeling her heart thump just a tad louder. She caught the gazes of several men, all of them immediately ignoring the women they were dancing with to watch the goddess of a woman glide through the room. She glanced over the dance floor, her eyes scanning all of the individuals dancing and sitting in booths around the floor before they landed on the hotels owner, Winston. He, also, noticed her presence, and raised his glass of whiskey up at the woman. She gave the man a small smirk and lightly nodded her head before walking over towards the bar to get herself a drink.

Addy, the bartender, immediately looked up when Diana stopped in front of her and she let a smile overtake her features. "My, well if it isn't Diana Anderson."

Diana smiled back at the woman. "Addy. It's been a while."

"A year to be exact," Addy responded with a light laugh. "The usual? Vieux Carré?"

"Yes, thanks, Addy." As the bartender began to make Diana's drink, Diana placed her purse onto the bar. "So you're still a bartender in this place? Haven't tried anything else?"

"Good pay, free accommodation. Why would I leave this joint?" She grinned.

Diana laughed lightly. "Fair enough."

Addy slid the Vieux Carré over to Diana with a smile. "Here's your drink. On me."

Diana smiled lightly. "Thank you."

It didn't take someone long to approach Diana once Addy moved on down the bar and began to give other people drinks. "Hello, lovely." Diana turned her head to the side and made eye contact with a blonde haired man who had a smirk on his face. He learnt against the bar as he stared at Diana. "Now what's the reason for you staying in this place? Are you a mafia leaders wife? Sister? Mistress? Or do we need to pay you to have a good time?"

"Depends on whose end you're on," Diana spoke smoothly before taking a sip from her drink. "I'm a hitwoman."

"You?" The man chuckled. "Why would a sexy thing like you be a hit woman?"

Diana smirked as she placed her drink back down onto the bar and stepped closer to the man, quickly taking in the height difference between the two. She then looked down at his lips before glancing back up at him from under her eyelashes, a small smirk on her face. "I wouldn't objectify me if I were you."

He chuckled. "Or what? You'll throw your drink at me? Yeah, nice try." He then paused and glanced up, looking at someone standing behind Diana. Diana frowned when she unexpectedly noticed that the man's gaze wasn't focused onto her anymore before turning around and seeing the tall lean figure that belonged to one John Wick. "J-John."

John stared at the man, giving off an intimidating look despite his dark eyes being void of emotion. "Michael."

The man—Michael— gulped as he nodded towards Diana, who was squinting at John. "She yours?"

"I'm no one's," Diana responded for herself, her gaze never once moving away from John.

There was a momentary pause as Michael waited for John to say something, not Diana, and that didn't register to John until he realised that Michael had completely overlooked Diana and saw her as someone far below himself. "I would leave if I were you." And the blonde-haired man quickly left.

John then looked down at the shorter brunette whose gaze was still trained onto John. The man was wearing a slick all black suit and had his hair down and touching his shoulders. Diana turned around to face the bar and picked up her drink. She couldn't show him that he was intriguing her with every breath he took or even the fact that she knew the man beside hers fighting style just by watching videos of him. "Johnathan," she acknowledged before taking a sip.

"Diana." John turned around and faced the bar, raising his fingers to Addy to signal that he'd like his usual drink—top shelf bourbon. He turned his head and his attention to the Baobhan Sith and he could instantly tell how and why men and her contracts would approach her and think she was just a simple woman who would please them for just one night. "That wasn't your great plan to lure me in so that you would later on kill me, would it?"

John's comment brought a genuine smile to Diana's plump lips and she tipped her drink towards his direction. "Now what would give you that impression?"

"Does Jake Staronski at Kimmel's Bar, March nineteenth, two-thousand and eight ring any bells?" Diana paused. That was one of her contracts. It began with a decoy man objectifying her before another man, Jake Staronski—her contract—acted as Prince Charming and saved the poor little damsel in distress from the cruel man. Which then lead to Diana later slicing his throat. Diana frowned and turned to look at John who had a light smirk on his face as Addy placed his drink onto the bar. "I've seen the clip. We have the same contact."

"Viggo Tarasov?" John nodded as a reply to Diana's question. "I didn't know you worked for the Tarasov Mob."

"Nor I with you," he replied. "Didn't think you'd be one for mobs."

Diana chuckled under her breath. "Well, when you owe someone like Viggo Tarasov big time, you better pay up."

John frowned. "And why would you owe him?"

Diana opened her mouth but then quickly closed it. He was trying to pry into her life. Pick at every little thing she had kept hidden away for years, and he was doing it well. Diana grinned as she rested her elbow onto the bar and placed her chin on her hand. "You're good, John. Real good."

John smiled a tight lipped smile, but Diana knew that it was genuine by the playful glimmer that flashed across his eyes, even if it was just for a brief moment. "I almost had you there."

"Almost." Diana held her glass up. "I'll shout your next drink for getting closer than anyone else has before."

"Sure," he answered and clinked his glass of bourbon against Diana's cocktail.

Two drinks became three between the two of them and conversation began to flow much more naturally. Their walls were still up high and they were still on high alert for any possible attackers, despite the Continental's strict 'no business on ground' policy. Diana and John never left the bar, but that didn't stop Diana's gaze from shifting over to the dance floor.

"Did you ever dance?" She questioned out of nowhere.

John's gaze followed Diana's and he smirked lightly. "Not like that, but yeah, I used to. How'd you know?"

Diana glanced back at John. "The way you walk, your fighting style. It's like you're gliding across the floor."

"You've got a sharp eye."

"You need that in this line of work."

He laughed at that. John's usual gruff chuckle was turned into a laugh that sang in Diana's ears, even if it only lasted for a brief moment. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and smiled to herself in thought. There was something about John that Diana couldn't let up. He was different, and she couldn't quite pinpoint why.

Diana opened her mouth to say something when her phone suddenly vibrated, indicating that she had received a text message.

It was from Viggo Tarasov. 'I found him', was all the message said, but Diana knew exactly who he was referring to; her ex-boyfriend and the only man she ever let capture her heart, Floyd Harding. He was a mobster himself, rivalling the Tarasov Mob, but he wasn't the front of the mob and was always hidden in the shadows and away from prying eyes. Maybe because he knew that a certain lethal hit woman was out for his blood, or maybe because he had pissed off too many people to count and they were all out for his head.

And just like a switch had flipped in Diana's brain, she was back to her usual seducing hitwoman self. She smirked lightly and patted John's cheek, making the man frown when he notice her picking up her purse.

"It's about time for me to head off," she said smoothly, then smiled at him. "I'll see you around, John." And she turned around and walked off, leaving John standing at the bar in utter silence.

AUTHORS NOTE
heyo! so, i have like a lot planned for this story. starting from diana and john's life together leading up to the first film. i know it's going to be fairly difficult to write and maybe express in words as i'm already struggling to do so and it's only chapter two, so please bare with me! and i can't wait for you to read what goes down!
-rosepetal