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There are some places you go when you cannot rest.

When you lose the one you love.

They say your soul crosses over to the other side. What comes back is a shadow.

What comes back cannot be bought or sold. It cannot be burned or drowned.

But he came back for love. For vengeance.

And she gave him the last gold coin.

JW. Blood of The Raven King.

New Chapter Coming Sunday.

And if she bled like a bad idea in the heat of the morning sun...

It wasn't because I didn't love her deeply enough. She may have pushed me away but I remained with my back at her door and I loved her though she screamed for solitude. Knowing, that when this darkness would abandon her, I would be the first and last she would come to. And I would comfort her tenderly and wipe the blood from her halo.

I remember what it was to be broken. I remember how to forget and live on.

White Knight, Dark Heart

The Devil bent my ear today.

He said you needed a protector in this darkened world.

I came out of the shadows, with blood on my hands and the truth on my face.

I said: "What do you want?"

He said: "It's about a girl."

And I saw her.

Broken wings with a child's shadow at her back in a mirror of infinity.

I couldn't look away.

It was magical.

The Devil bent my ear today.

I won't forget I ever met you.

I'll hold your hand in the last hour.

Because I swore I would.

Judeth Clayton: Queen, Disrupted

Don’t Tear Away From Me

I Need You to Hold On To

How Can This Mean Anything To Me?

When All You Do Is Keep Bleeding Through

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My history is written in Blood & Gold

I am Judeth Clayton; Queen, Interrupted

I am Judeth Clayton; Queen, Disrupted

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All You Can't Leave Behind

She gave this to me...

Before she left

And you made me watch it die.

How long did you think I'd let you live?

I would have ended you, Judeth

I had every intention

Now I'm not sure

You'll ever leave

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Be seeing you, Mr. Wick

Jagged Edges

Even Gods may bleed out

Against my hands

In love

Out of hope

Out of time

Out of my mind

Stay...

Black Arts

“Have you really thought this through? I mean, really chewed it down to the bone? You dip so much as a pinky back into this pool and you’ll find that something very nasty will reach out and drag you back in.”

Be seeing you, Mr. Wick.

I need you, John.

I need you like a drug.

I need you even though you’re hurting me.

How I do refuse you when you look at me like that?

How do we stop destroying each other?

When I can’t say no.

No, to you.

The Crown

Yes, we are Princes of Darkness.

Blue Bloods of Crime.

We wear the Camorra Crown.

And once you’re in, you’ll never get out.

Not alive anyway.

Two Thrones

“Wear a dress.” He told her.

She was hot and cold at once. The way he made her feel, with just the sound of his voice.

And she knew the time would come when they’d take it all from her. It’s not that she didn’t welcome the change. It’s that she feared the cost was more than she was prepared to pay.

Two Thrones reared to her left and right.

One held by the Prince of Rome, the other by the Knight of the Underworld.

How could she refuse them?

They’d cut her vein into a wine glass and watched her grow cold.

She could read between the lines with their fangs in her throat.

Nothing was at it seemed.

She put on her battle dress and prepared for war.

Judgement XX

The Adjudicator

“Actiones Secundum Fidei”

‘According Faith Actions’

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She makes no apologies.

The card is thrown.

The Table has Spoken.

Do what you must.

Mouthpiece of the Gods.

Weighs your Sins.

Perfect Justice.

The Keys to Our Rooms

Sable knew the truth. He was the first to review the security footage and show it to Jeremy. The Prince of Rome was hitting on the girl in Room 509. Her meal that night had been paid for by his cheque. One less to the bill for Mistress Clayton care of The Tower of London Miss DeMentriento had fine taste. Her plate was expensive. Seafood always was. Mr. D'Antonio was seemingly made of money. Powerful Italian. And spending it on luxurious food for a pretty lady as a means of impressing her was always on his charter. That was the way of things at The Continental London. Sable was busy reconciling the day's trading takings in order to process his paperwork for the bank. It was his business to know these things. What the guests ordered in the dining room. How many times they requested room service, laundry fees, parking charges, weapons acquirements, medical services, adult entertainment, night club access, private dancers, high class escorts. Accounts Payable, Administration. Everything went through his computers, through his records, though his ledgers, through his books.

And these room keys he handed his guests: They had a chip in them that unlocked doors the world never knew existed. Just like those gold coins that formed a silent currency in exchange for services rendered. Blood Money. Body Removal. Blood Money.

It became common knowledge, soon thereafter; that Mr. D'Antonio had proposed possible Camorra employment to Miss. DeMentriento. That was an exciting proposition for someone so young and so displaced from the world. The White Women, their new female initiates were bought and sold, traded like livestock. They were livestock. Expendable. Their purpose was to fight, breed, kill and die. But not here. Not in his house. Not in Jeremy's house. This hotel was a neutral ground.  House rules were simple. 'No Business Allowed' And their motto: 'An Oasis of Calm and Civility' Those were the words of The Continental London. The exact same as New York City, Rome, Barcelona, Morocco and Sydney. No matter where in the world you went. If you were part of the Gold Class Standard. Seven Stars of immaculate class and infinite style... If you wanted the Continental Experience. Then you paid the price. And you put your weapons away. And you did exactly as you were told. In exchange you got a luxurious room, as many meals as you could desire, a magnificent bar, gardens and hire cars. You got safety, security, peace of mind. You had bell hops, valets, maids, waiters, personal assistants, state of the art technology and the greatest underground entertainment anywhere in the world. It all came for a price. You wanted that gold card? You wanted the high rolling luxury? Black suits, diamonds and gold? Then yes, you paid in Blood Money.

Now only prime staff knew the truth. Sir Jeremy, the Owner/Manager. The Iris twins, reception officers and night club hostesses. And he... the Concierge. Sable.

He could gather from the records and security footage that he'd reviewed; extra footage that the High Guard exchanged for coin... exactly what was going on between the guests in Room 768 and Room 509. Mr. D'Antonio had taken a new employee to the D'Antonio Family. A new member for the Camorra High Guard. Everyone was very happy that Miss. DeMentriento, a complete underworld unknown; was secured into such a powerful house name. It would do her good. But Sable knew the truth. As did the Iris Twins. As did Sir Jeremy. That the Italian Prince was hitting on the girl in Room 509.

The Camorra High Guard

Pride of Italy. 

Royalty of Rome. 

Criminal Landmarks. 

It starts and ends here. Even though we are visitors to England. Guests of London. Allies of Iron Fortuna. Under the Table, for Lorenzo D’Antonio. Under the Table, for Gianna D’Antonio. Under the Table far beneath Athena, The White Women, The Tower of London. We are your allies. We stand together. We believe in the power of Family. Because blood will always be thicker than water. We believe in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. We have guns, blades, dogs and money. We’re the first and last Gangsters you want rolling up to your house. Late at night, we’re in the alleyways, in the streets. In your houses, in your car parks. We own our cities and we’re about to own yours. Our brothels, nightclubs and dockyards. And you can say you don’t need us. But we’re still waiting on your protection money. Because we are both Death and Taxes. Checks and Balances. Crime and Punishment. Rules and Consequences. 

Pay up or shut up mother fucker. Yeah, we did. We fucked over your wife, your sister and your mother. We enjoyed it. We’d do it again for fun. While you’re watching. So salute. Step out of that car. Hands up. Stand and Deliver. 

We do this for Italy. We do this for Rome. 

You say we can’t, but you stop us you won’t. 

We are the Camorra High Guard. 

We are the Italian Silk Mafia. 

Game on, bitches. Play on.

John Wick: Blood & Gold || I am John Wick

I am John Wick.

Excommunicato survivor.

Assassin.

Son of the Ruska Roma. Orphan of the World.

Servant of The High Table.

~ I TRADE gold for blood. For refuge. For peace.

~ I BLEED wrath. My sanity leaves me. I have you in focus.

~ I BIND souls in markers. In wedding rings. In faithful dogs.

~ I SERVE my vows. Determined purpose in high fidelity.

~ I BATTLE my conscience, your courage, the house that holds me.

~ I SURVIVE my penance. One piece at a time. Live for me. So I may take you down.

 I am John Wick. My history is written in Blood & Gold. I am the first to save you. I am the last to stand at your side.

 I believe in Black Angels.

I believe in Judeth Clayton. "

|| Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat ||

John Wick: Blood & Gold  || I am Judeth Clayton

“I am Judeth Clayton. Thirteenth Hand Maid of Iron Fortuna. I am to ascend the English throne. The twelfth seat of The High Table.

~ I BLEED love, hemorrhaging as a warrior, a lover, a wife, a mother.

~ I HONOUR my superiors, the Table, the Crown, my vows, your words.

~ I CHERISH the air I breathe, the time you spend, the bullets I shed.

~ I SERVE because I was born enslaved. These chains will not stop me.

~ I BREED resentment, hatred, glorious violence.

~ I YIELD because you saved me when I could not save myself. Now it’s you I serve when I should have drowned.

I am Judeth Clayton. My history is written in Blood & Gold. I am the first to save you. I am the last to stand at your side.

I believe in Black Angels.

I believe in John Wick.”

 || Fortis Forunta Adiuvat ||

Here’s My Card

A Gentleman’s Business Card.... For a bespoke gentleman. Mr. John Wick.