The Second Coming
”Did it bother you? What she did for a living?”
There is probably not a correct answer to this question, but John feels it very keenly, that the other man is testing him. He forces himself to expel a breath and to relax his shoulders. “She was my wife and she gave up something for me. No, it doesn’t really bother me.”
“You’re soft and you have no spine,” Santino studies him, like one studies a very interesting specimen of insect. “Not really seeing the appeal.”
Or: John Wick is (kind of) an average Joe who runs a secondhand bookshop in the middle of New York City. By the time Santino D’Antonio appears to call in the Marker owed to him by John’s wife, a retired assassin, Helen has died.
However, a Marker is still a Marker, and Santino isn’t the most reasonable of men.
- Part 1 of The Second Coming
”Just admit that you’d like him to fuck your brains out.”
“What’s the good admitting something like that to you?” Santino presses his nose against the smooth fur on the top of Daisy’s head.
“I’d hold you accountable,” his sister opines, still unkindly. “And I’d maybe tell the others that you’re still constipated and that they should steer clear of the Babadook on pain of death.”
“The what?” Santino narrows his eyes. “Also what others?”
In which John tries to get a suntan, Santino becomes a bit attached to Daisy, Cassian gives John a nickname, and everybody puts their best foot forward.
- Part 2 of The Second Coming