She silently followed him as they made their way through hallways. Bodies were strung out along their path. She noted that each body had a head wound like the men in the other room. This man, this killer guiding her, would he kill her too? They came to a man guarding the exit. They walked up to him as her heart raced.
"John." said the man.
"Bill." replied the man holding her hand. "I think we've worn out our welcome."
The man looked at him. "lavori?" asked the man in another language she did not understand.
The man, she now knew to be named John answered, "sí." as he squeezed her hand. She clicked the safety off her gun at her side.
Bill nodded and stepped aside. John led her out into the alley.
He turned back to check on her. He saw the fear still in her eyes. Her face splattered with blood as the gun peeked from the sleeve of his jacket she wore as it hung off of her. "You'll need to stay with me tonight. " he said. She nodded feeling numb as she realized there was no other choice right now.
They checked into a hotel. It was a rather ornate hotel. Normally she would have marveled at the classic beauty of the lobby. Instead she tried to hide the blood stains on her hands as she wore his ill fitting jacket. She kept her head down and herself close to him. There were few people around and those that were barely gave them a glance. Once they got into the room she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face splattered with blood. She lifted her hand to see them also red with blood. She took a seat on the couch exhausted and in shock. She stared out the window as John spoke to someone on the phone. She quickly drifted off. He hung up the phone and saw her asleep. Her face splattered with dried blood. He had made arrangements to have their clothes laundered. He gently removed his jacket from her. He was unsure of removing her clothing but she was not waking up. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She didn't stir. She was clearly exhausted. He took a robe and laid it next her her. He removed her blouse and was relieved to see a tank top beneath. He then removed her jeans that were stained with blood. She still did not wake. He then wrapped her in the robe and laid a blanket atop her. He wet a wash cloth and wiped the blood from her face and hands. He was not sure how she got involved in this mess but he would do everything to get her out. He then removed his own stained garments and put the clothing outside the door for laundering. He wrapped himself in a robe. He ordered room service as he was hungry and knew she would be when she woke up. He decided to pull a chair next to the bed and rest close to her in case she needed anything. Just as he got comfortable there was a knock at the door. He grabbed his gun just in case. He opened the door and a nice older lady pushed a silver cart though the door. He thanked her and handed her a small token of appreciation. He heard stirring and went to the bedroom to check.
"How did I get this robe on?" she asked. She realized he wore one too. He saw the look of panic.
"You fell asleep so I took your clothes to have them cleaned. I sent mine too." he said, "That's all. I wouldn't hurt you."
She settled down. "Ok."
"I ordered some food." he said.
"Thank you." she said. "I should wash up." She went to the bathroom. She washed her hands realizing there was no blood. She looked at her face. Clean. She walked back out. "Did you wash my face and hands?"
"Yes." he said.
She wasn't sure what to think. This man, killer, was more of a gentleman than any man she had met.
"Would you like some food?" he asked. She took a seat next to him on the bed with the cart setting before them. "I got two burgers and some salad. I hope that is ok."
She smiled at him. "Yes. Thank you."
"I don't think we ever had a proper introduction. I'm John Wick." he said extending his hand.
"Evie Taylor." she said shaking his hand. She took note of the ring on his left hand. "Are you married?"
"Yes." he said leaving the explanation at that.
Evie looked at him sensing there was more to the story. "What's her name?" she asked.
He appreciated her referring to Helen in the present tense, "Helen." he replied. His gaze fixed on his ring as he spoke her name.
"Can I ask what you remember about when they took you or why?" he asked changing the subject. Her name still a wound to his heart.
"I was on my way home from work." she said. "A man approached me and asked me for directions. Then he covered my mouth with something and I guess I passed out. Why would they take me?"
"These aren't the type of men who make sense." he said placing a plate before her.
"Thank you." she said. "For saving me and taking care of me." she said as he looked her in the eyes. "And for not taking advantage of me."she added.
He was confused by the sentiment. "What kind of man takes advantage of a woman?"
"You'd be surprised." she said taking a bite.
He just watched her feeling sad at her words, "Then that's not a man." he said.
She looked up at him. His eyes and words comforted her. Her fears put to rest in the moment as they finished their meals in silence.