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"Boys." Roman and Han turned around from watching Giselle and Riley, "Damn sexy, you still look good after being shot." Roman smirked, "Oh please, I've been through worse. I actually fell out of a building and got my arm trapped in a wire that broke the fall." Han and Roman shared looks, 'damn she could kick our asses' Roman looked a little scared but a little turned on by her.

"You get hotter every day." Roman bit his lip, "I'm not to sure about that, my ex-boyfriend is a professional killer. And he still happens to be obsessed with me, so I'd watch your back." Roman' eyes widened and he glanced at Han, who chuckled at Roman.

"Oh shit." They all looked over to see a car pull up and three people hopping out. One of them, being Dom' girl. And two other of Shaw' goons. "I'll see ya later boys." Valerie pulled out her gun and jumped down onto the concrete. They began to shoot the place up, she grabbed one of the guys and pointed a gun to their head, "Where is Shaw?!" She demanded, he didn't speak.

When she was about to shoot him, she was knocked into the car window by Letty, going unconscious. She fell to the floor and they quickly tied her up and threw her in the trunk.

Letty and another man came into Shaw' hideout, with an unconscious Valerie. "Lock her up. Make sure the chains are tight. She's tougher than she looks." The guy stood up and began to take her to a cell. Making sure the chains were tight and unbreakable for her.

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"Where' Valerie?" Hobbs asked, when he seen Roman enter. "They took her. We couldn't get her out in time." Hobbs sighed and ran his hand down his face.

"She's a tough woman. She can handle herself." Hobbs nodded to himself, telling Roman she was going to be fine. She's been through was worse than just a kidnapping.

Valerie groaned, slowly opening her eyes and looking around the room, her eyes landing on Owen Shaw, sitting across her with a smirk on his face. "Look who's awake." She rolled her eyes and tried pulling on the chains, but they didn't budge. "Just kill me already. You've already ruined my life." He chuckled and leaned forward so their faces were inches apart.

"I don't want to kill you. I knew you'd survive those shots. I just had to make it look real." She furrowed her brows, watching his eyes go to her smudged lips. "What do you want from me?" He smiled and looked back up into her eyes, "You really don't remember? Come on. Was it that bad?" She rolled her eyes and everted her eyes from his face.

"We were drunk, I don't even remember anything from that night." He smiled and ran his thumb down her cheek, "I remember perfectly. God you are a wonderful little thing. But, you don't belong to me anymore." He moved her face so she looked directly into his eyes, no tears forming, just cold hatred for him.

"Why don't you go back to your little girlfriend. What was it? Riley?" She teased, his grin dropped and he glared. "What? You didn't think I'd find out? Come on, I'm the most dangerous woman in London. I've pretended to be a cop before." She smirked, he stood up, moving his hand from her cold cheek.

"When I get out of here! I'm going to expose her and then I'm going to record me torturing her, so you can watch your girlfriend beg for her life. She's going to wish for death when I'm done with her," She spat. Owen took a glance at her and left the room. Valerie looked around, she didn't see any signs of cameras or recording so she opened her mouth. A Bobby pin sliding out and landing in her hand.

She began to pop open the lock and pull off the chains, breaking the bottom ones on her legs. She sighed in relief and stood up, but before she could open the door. He walked in. Her eyes widened and she backed up into the wall, "Let me go. If you still love me, you will let me go." He smiled and glanced at the broken chains, and the Bobby pin on the floor.

"I was wondering how long it would take. You always were good at breaking out of things." He took steps forward but she pulled out a small gun hidden in her bra strap. "I always forget you carry one there." He smirked and watched as the gun was being aimed at his chest. "Stand back or I will shoot." He chuckled and tried pulling the gun and she kicked him back and punched him in the face.

He chuckled and kicked the gun from her hands, she raised a brow and put up her fists, ready to fight. "I'm not going to fight you, love." She scoffed and held up her leg to kick him but he began to block her hits, pushing her against the wall. She tried to move but was pulled into a passionate kiss, his hands on her waist.

She didn't know why, but she kissed back. She wrapped her arms around his necks and his hands trailed to the back oh her thighs, picking her up with ease. "Leave with me. Let's go to Paris together." She pulled away and held his face in her hands, "Deckard, I have to do this job. If not, my brother goes away for life."

Deckard looked into her eyes with pure love, "I'll take care of that. You're family will be safe." She smiled softly and wrapped her legs around his torso, "Promise?"

"I promise." She smiled and pressed her lips to his again, he gripped her ass and gave it a squeeze, "Let's go." She smiled and he slowly set her down, "You have to pretend to pass out. So they don't suspect anything." She nodded and he picked her up, she closed he eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

Deckard carried her out, passing beside Owen' crew with Valerie in his arms. "Hold up. How do we know she won't go running back to her crew." One of Owen' goons spoke up, Owen looked up and sent a nod to his brother. "Don't worry, she won't be coming back." Letty glanced at the woman and back to the man.

He carried her out and to his car, taking off. "Did they buy it?" She looked around, "Yeah, you've always been a great actress." She smiled and removed her jacket, tossing it in the back. "Where to first?" She smiled at Deckard, "Wherever you want, love." She smiled and looked to the back, seeing some clothes.

"Are those mine?" She picked up the outfit, he glanced at her from the road and nodded. She smiled and began to remove her corset that went over her shirt, he glanced back to her and the road, "You're distracting me." She chuckled and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her legs. Pulling off the shirt as well. He bit his lip, then pulled up to her apartment.

"Let's go." She wasn't even done changing but he pulled her out and picked her up, carrying her to Valerie' penthouse. She kissed and sucked on his neck, smirking when he let out groans. He entered the pin to her place and carried her in, she was only in her underwear and bra, but since it was dark nobody saw. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her neck.

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Sucking lightly on her skin, she let out soft moans, Deck moved her to the counter, setting her down so he was between her legs. "Deckard, what about my wounds?" Deckard pulled away, looking at the patch over her bullet wound. "I'll be gentle." He picked her up, carrying her upstairs to her bedroom.

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Valerie was laying her head on Deckard' chest, her leg tangled with his. She hummed as he rubbed his hand through her hair, they both passed out before they could even get in the shower. So she had dried mascara down her cheeks, "Deckard?" He hummed, "Do you still love me?"

"Who said I stopped?" She smiled and cuddled more closer with him, "You know, I've never been scared from anything in my life. But losing you, it scared me. It hurt me so much, and I didn't know what betrayal was until you walked out of that room without another word." She could see the sympathetic look in his eyes, going back to the day he left and never came back.

He picked her up so she was on top of him, "That was the biggest mistake of my life. And I won't repeat it, I will never hurt you. You have my word." He wiped the tear the fell from her eye and pulled her into a sweet passionate kiss. "I love you, Valerie." She smiled and wiped the tear the fell on his cheek, "I love you, Deckard Shaw."

She moved off him and stood up, the silk covers, sliding off her naked body. "Shower?" She smirked, walking to the bathroom, he chuckled and followed, she turned on the water and stepped in. Soon she was pushed against the shower wall, he picked her up, wrapping her legs around him. She smiled into the kiss, the water running over their warm collided bodies.

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