After almost a year of hunting, you and John had finally found Gabriel. He was holed up in a warehouse with what was left of his goons. You wondered if he regretted burning down John's house and trying to kill you because you were in the way. Surely he did by now. After all, the two of you had dismantled his entire operation. And it was impossible for him to rebuild. He could only replace his goons so many times before people started refusing to work for him. They were too afraid of you and John.

The two of you had split up to cover more ground. You'd already taken out several men. Some had tried to run rather than face you directly, but that didn't work out so well for them. You were walking behind a line of crates when you heard Gabriel laughing. You paused at the edge of the last box in the row and listened.

"The great and mighty John Wick," Gabriel said. "You have caused me much trouble."

"Fuck you," John replied in that even tone he had so perfected. A weight settled in your belly. This wasn't part of the plan. You had moments to adapt before it would be too late. Then came the sharp sound of flesh striking flesh. You sucked in a breath and clenched your teeth. Immediately, you did inventory of the rounds you had remaining and undid the strap on your knife so you could draw it quickly.

"We should just kill him," one of the men said. Well, at least one of them was smart. Fortunately, you'd learned that Gabriel was not.

"No. I want him to watch while I fuck and gut his pretty woman." Gabriel's taunts proved his stupidity. Go ahead. Piss off John. That will end well for you. Idiot.

You peered around the edge of the crate. Your husband was being held by two men. He was on his knees with his arms twisted behind his back and pulled up. Gabriel paced the floor in front of him and five other men stood around with automatic weapons. Boxes obscured part of your vision and you hoped there weren't more that you couldn't see. This was, after all, a trap for you.

John struggled against the men holding him. "You won't touch her." The calm in his voice was so much more terrifying than when he yelled. It wasn't a threat. He was simply stating a fact.

"I will. And when I do, I want you to remember that you started this."

Your brow furrowed and you pulled your head back so you wouldn't be seen. John hadn't started shit. They had when they burnt down his house.

"You're the asshole that burned down my house," John echoed your thoughts.

"Yes. And you're the one who killed my brother." Gabriel said it like it was some grand secret that John should be in awe of. Frankly, if he wasn't smart enough to not seek revenge on John Wick, he deserved whatever he got. You wondered if his brother had been as stupid as this asshole. It was probably what got him killed.

John pulled him into a conversation about who his brother was. He was creating a distraction and you intended to take full advantage. You came around the wall of crates, gun in one hand and knife in the other. As you strode across the floor, you put a bullet in the head of each of the men holding John. You moved onto the others, leaving Gabriel. He wasn't armed anyway. Idiot.

As you'd feared, more men were hidden in the area where your view was obstructed. John armed himself and helped take down what was left of Gabriel's men. When it appeared that everyone else was down, you shot Gabriel in the knee with your last round. He screamed as he fell to the floor. You dropped the gun so it wouldn't get in your way and continued walking.

When you arrived at Gabriel's side, you stabbed the thigh of the leg you hadn't shot. Twisting the knife as you pulled it out, you relished in his scream. This asshole had nearly killed you because his asshole brother had a hit put out on him. And he had to have pissed someone important off because John didn't bother with the job if it didn't pay well. He had no reason to. Another cut, another stab. Twist the knife. Dig it deep. He burnt down John's house. You liked that house. He could have killed Dog. They shot John's car. They set you up and ambushed you. So many hours wasted, spent trying to find this asshole. To tear down his whole world around him. And now he laid on the ground whimpering like a baby and pleading for mercy. Yeah, mercy like he'd intended to show you when he told John he'd rape and kill you.

Arms wrapped around you and pulled you away. You started to fight until John's lips brushed your ear as he spoke. "Calm down, baby. We got him. It's over." And just like that, you were fine. The tension drained along with the anger. Only John could calm you instantly.

You turned in his arms and let him hold you for a moment. When you pulled away, you put your knife away and retrieved your gun from the floor. Gabriel moaned behind you and you twitched. John walked over and stared the man down. He looked him over with a tilt of his head before raising his weapon. "I told you that you wouldn't touch her," he said then put a round right between the target's eyes.