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Valerie yawned, opening her eyes and seeing Deckard talking to someone on the phone. He looked defeated at some point, "What's wrong?" She asked, after he put the phone down on the table. He knew how Valerie felt about Owen and he knew she wouldn't care much if he told her.

But he also didn't know how she would react to him wanting revenge for his brother. So he decided to not tell her. "I have to leave for a while." She frowned and stood up, the covers slipping off to reveal her naked figure. "I understand, but tell me something." He nodded softly, "Will you be coming back?" He sighed and looked down, avoiding her gaze.

"Dammit Deckard! I thought we talked about this! You can't just leave, and give me no good explanation." He looked up and pulled her naked figure closer to him, "I promised, I would never leave your side. And I won't, but you need to trust me on this. Okay, darling?" She sighed and leaned her head on his chest.

"I trust you." He smiled and pulled her in for a long kiss, his hands trailing over her body. Trying to remember every curve on her soft skin. "I love you." He spoke, pulling away from the kiss, "I love you too." He smiled and began to pack up his things, guns, grenades, knifes. She sat on the bed, pulling out her phone, getting a text from her friend Han.

Han| Tokyo
Just wanted to check in on you. Hope you're having an amazing time in Paris.

Val| Paris
I am, thank you for checking in. I can't wait to come over soon

Han| Tokyo
I can't wait to see you. I love you

Val| Paris
Love you too, best friend

Valerie looked up to see Deckard leaning against the doorframe. "I'll be back, I wouldn't leave you." She smiled and stood up, kissing him softly. "Promise?" She smiled hopefully, "Promise." She smiled and kissed him softly, wiping the tear that fell when he walked out.

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I week or two later, Valerie was standing in an abandoned building with dead bodies surrounded everywhere. Not one survivor. She poured gasoline all over the bodies and lit them on fire. Suddenly her phone rang, she answered the call whilst leaving the burning building.

"Hello?" She answered, hopping in her car and putting the phone on speaker.

"Hey Val, it's Tej. I know you aren't close with anyone of the crew besides me and Roman." She raised a brow, not understanding why Tej was being so weird with her.

"Spill it, Tej." He let out a breath and glanced at Roman who was listening.

"Han was killed." She didn't have any words, she hung up immediately and parked in an abandoned parking lot. She let out a scream with some tears, "I'm going to kill whoever did this to you." She stepped on the brakes and headed to the airport.

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Valerie grabbed everything she needed from her private jet and exited the jet. She drove to the address Tej had sent her and stopped by a parking lot. Three cars were parked right there, the tree men all wore black tuxedos. There stood Brian, Roman and Tej. She got out, wearing a decent black dress with red bottom pumps.

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"Who did it?" Was the first thing she asked, approaching the men. "His name is Deckard Shaw. Owen Shaw' brother." She covered her mouth with her hands and pulled out her phone. "What? Do you know him?" Brian took a step forward but she held out her hand telling him not to get any closer.

"I don't just know him. I love him." They all furrowed their brows and shared looks, "Well, loved." She corrected herself, she held up her finger, telling them to be quiet. She called him and after several rings, no answer. "He must've found out that I knew." She screamed and kicked her Lamborghini, getting Roman to pull her away from the car.

"Alright, I get you're pissed but theirs no reason to ruin this work of art." She rolled her eyes and hopped in her car. "I'll see you at the funeral. And, I'll try to find Shaw." She pulled away and drove off.

They all stared at each other with unreadable faces, "So we're being hunted my the terminator?" Roman huffed, leaning against his car. "Well, anyone Valarie dates, basically yeah."

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Valerie arrived at the funeral, glancing at all the people she seen that they buried Han by Giselle. She found this sweet, seeing how much they loved each other. Valerie held a key in her hand, it was a key to one of Han' cars. She had beat him in a race, in Tokyo. And she let him keep the his car, but he had given her a spare key.

Everyone's eyes went on her, as she walked up to his picture and placed to key in the frame. She knew, Deckard was watching her and that was the perfect time to catch him. Dom had stepped up beside her and placed a burnt picture of Giselle in the frame. "So your boyfriend? Can I trust you'll help me?"

She turned around so she faced him completely, Brian was ready to stop anything if something went down between the two. "No, you can't. But you can trust, I'll help catch him." They both turned their heads at the sound of an engine. "That's him. Let's go." Dom nodded and they both took off, running to their cars.

After a few moments of chasing him down the streets of L.A, Dom finally caught up to him, whilst Valerie parked her car and circled the corner, holding a gun in her hands. "You never should've messed with a man's family."

Valerie furrowed her brows, So he's doing all this for his brother? Valerie felt upset in a way, was he going to do the same thing to her? She had tried to out his brother down more than a few times. "Your mistake. I'm not here to play games. See, you and me...We're from different worlds. Trust me, I've seen a lot meaner
streets than the ones you're used to."

"Stick around, it's gonna get a lot meaner." Deckard glanced at the sledgehammer in Dom' hand. "You thought this was gonna be a street fight?" Valerie took this as her time to reveal herself. She stood beside Dom and aimed it at Deckard' chest. "He did." Valerie glared, Dom glancing at Valerie with a smirk.

"You're not gonna shoot me." He said to Val, still aiming his gun at Dom. "Try me." She cocked the gun, before she could do anything else gunshots were being fired and Dom pulled her behind the car so she couldn't be shot. Valerie glanced at Deckard getting away and she ran fast. Finally getting him in a corner, away from the gunshots.

"You killed Han!" She cried, biting her lip to keep herself from falling apart. "They put my brother in a coma!"

"So what? I tried to kill your brother more than once! And I almost succeeded!" She glared, lowering her gun, she unarmed it and tossed it to the side. "Go. I'm giving you one chance to let this go. If you don't, I'll come for you. And I don't miss." Valerie pulled out her car keys, and tossed them to him.

Deckard took off without questions, but he couldn't let this go. He refused. Valerie turned the corner and found Dom talking to someone by his now destroyed car. Everyone aimed their guns towards her, she chuckled to herself and walked over to Dom. "He took my keys."

"Ahhh, Miss. Santina. It's great to see you." Dom sent her a nod and they both hopped in the black car.

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