A/N: Here's the next chapter. I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you like it. Regardless of what I said in the last chapter, I think I'll keep Wick's POV for a while^^ And sorry for the random switch of tenses, I'll fix the prologue when I have time. Reviews are appreciated :)
They sit in a car. John agreed to take the job as a bodyguard. He recognized the true look of desperation in Winston's eyes because he had seen it in the mirror himself the day his wife was admitted to hospital. He looks at the young girl beside him tapping away on her phone and recalls Winston words, "Do not, under any circumstances, let her know what you really do or what the Continental is. As far as she's concerned, it's an ordinary hotel."
"We'll go to my apartment where I'll get changed and then we go to a club." She speaks without looking up from her phone. "I feel like partying."
"That is not safe."
She looks him in the eyes. "Oh, I'm sure you can handle it, Mr. Wick." It's a challenge.
"Aren't you scared?"
"No. If they, whoever they are, wanted me dead, I would be dead already. They just wanted to scare my father. Moping around at home won't solve anything."
"Fine, then." He sighs.
Her apartment is a penthouse suite. Of course it is.
"Make yourself feel at home, Mr. Wick," she says before disappearing into her bedroom.
He takes a look around. It's tastefully furnished and held in mostly black with a few specks of gold here and there. He enters the living room. There is no television. Instead, a huge bookshelf covers a wall. A few pictures are placed on there, too; her with her father and an older one with presumably her mother. Another one is of her smiling in between two boys with black and red hair.
"Are you ready to go?" She returns from her bedroom wearing a short red dress that hugs her small curves.
He nods and they end up once again in her car with a chauffeur.
In front of the club is a long line of people waiting to get in. He scans the area and memorizes possible escape routes.
Hermione doesn't bother with the masses and goes straight to the bouncer. She gives him a cheerful greeting. He lets them in.
The bass is drumming in his ears and the colourful lights are hurting his eyes. The dancefloor is full of scantily clad women and men who are more than ready to spend their parents' money on them. There doesn't appear to be anyone suspicious.
"I'm going to get a drink." He can barely make out her voice.
On the way to the bar, several people accidentally bump into him. He doesn't understand how anyone considers this to be fun.
"Ohh, cheer up Mr. Wick." She takes a sip from her drink. "I would offer you one, but you're at work."
Somehow, he had imagined this job to be different than playing babysitter for a party girl.
Her eyes roam over the room. She seems to have found what she was looking for and sets her empty glass aside. "It's time to dance. And please, don't be so obvious."
He watches her from afar as her body moves to the music, all the while keeping tabs on her surroundings. She unknowingly bumps into a man with strikingly blond hair, almost white. It reminds him of someone he used to know. She turns around and makes an apologetic expression. Her hand brushes over his shoulder and he smiles. She says something and they leave the dancefloor. He follows them to a more secluded area where it's possible to sit down. He keeps his distance.
They talk while a waitress continues to get them drinks. As he watches over the two, he can't help but keep on noticing similarities between the blond man beside Hermione and the man from his past. A very dangerous man.
He is about to interrupt them when he sees her standing up. The man seems to be disappointed. She gives him a kiss on the cheek and whispers something into his ear. He smirks.
She returns to John's side. "Let's go."
He steadies her as she struggles walking back to the car in her high heels. He holds the door open.
"Thank you."
Inside, her heads plops against the window and she closes her eyes.
"Are you alright?"
"Just perfect," she answers.
"Who was that man earlier?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Her breath reeks of alcohol.
"It's my job to know," he replies.
"His name is Draco." She rubs her temples. "Anyway, I'm tired. I don't feel like talking anymore."
He accompanies her to her front door.
"This is where your duty ends for the night. I'll call you tomorrow." She smiles. "Good night, Mr. Wick."
"Good night, Hermione."
He goes back to the Continental and plans to do some research about that 'Draco' guy before he sees her again.