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|TW: Small Mention of Self Harm|
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Valerie woke up to grunts and punching noises, she groaned and rolled her eyes. She grabbed her orange jumper and slid it on, tying it at her midsection. "See all those blow that muscles will give you. All show and no go." Deckard said to Hobbs that was repeatedly punching the concrete wall.

"Oh I got plenty of go."

"You must have misplaced that. When I kicked your ass up in down that office of yours." Deckard shot back, glancing at Valerie who shot an annoyed face.

"Yeah. Just like you Brits, rewriting History, huh?" Now this comment took offense to Valerie, "You want history? What about that time I kicked you ass, while using one bloody hand." She shot back, getting a scoff from Hobbs, and a smile from Deckard.

"All I know. It was not me who was thrown out of a 4 story window." Valerie chuckled and leaned her head on Deckard' chest. "Jumped. I jumped out of a 4 story window. Saving my partner's life. Because where I'm from, we don't settle fights by throwing bombs." Valerie scoffed, knowing she loved to throw bombs.

"Well, that's funny, because where I'm from, we don't need women to run to our rescue." Valerie scoffed at his reply and hit his chest, knowing how many time she had to save his ass.
"I mean, do you really believe you could stand in front of me? And beat me in a straight up old fashioned fist fight?"

"Let me tell you something. Me and you... One on one, no one else around. I will beat your ass like a Cherokee drum." Hobbs said, leaning against the glass. "Maybe one day we will find out."

"Oh, you better hope that day never comes." And as if on cue, an alarm blared and Hobbs cell opened. Deckard and Valerie shot each other confused looks. But everything pieced together, hearing Hobbs speaking.
"I said no, Mr. Nobody. I'm not leaving this cell. I'll get out my way. The right way." Hobbs shouted at the camera.

"Get back to your cell." The guards demanded,
"It's just a malfunction."

Deckard shared a look with Val and grabbed a guard through the holes in the cell, pulled him back and tasing him. Then electrocuting something else, that opened his and everyone else' cells. "I love you." Deckard pecked Valerie on the lips and they both ran out and slipped under the bars. "No! Don't let them get away!"

Valerie slipped under people's legs and ran through the pissed off prisoners. Valerie grabbed a guards key card and ran over to an office, swiping the card and grabbed a rifle and her small gun. She ran out and began to shoot the prisoners.

Deckard shot her a proud look and she smiled back. "Santina!" A Latino man yelled, stomping over to her. "You killed my daughter!" She smirked, recognizing who he was, the father of Sabrina Samin. He came up to her with a makeshift knife and tried to jam in into her.

She grabbed his arm and hit it against the metal pole, than pulled out her gun, "Tell your lovely Sabrina, I said hi." She shot him in the head and ran off, moments later joining Deckard in a hallway. They took out the guards and she let out a breath.

But before anything else was done, Hobbs tackled the both of them, the boys quickly got up but Valerie remained on the ground. Lights surrounded the group with guns pointed at them all. Deckard released his fists and kneeled down to his girl who was clutching her ribs tightly.

"Ah, took longer than I expected." Mr.Nobody said, then ordered them to stand down. Valerie still in pain from being tackled with two big bodies that landed on top of her. Deckard picked her up and raised a brow when he seen Hobbs mildly concerned face.

Deckard carefully put her down in the limo, they were being escorted to the headquarters to talk. Valerie pulled down her jumper and grimaced at her bruised abdomen, not just by the tackle, but by the hits she took trying to escape. "How long is the ride." Valerie asked the driver, "About an hour or more." She nodded and closed the little window that blocked them from the driver.

"Are you okay, darling?" Deckard asked, as she slipped off her jumper. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Been through worse." She wiggled into between his legs and rested her back against him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, careful not to hurt her. She hummed and leaned into his touch.

"I'm still mad, you know?" She looked up at him, and smiled faintly. "I know. But I'll still wait for you." He placed a kiss on her head and grabbed an ice cube. "Remember that time I'm Italy. We both got home really late and you were exhausted from work." He started, rubbing the cold ice cube on her smooth chest. She hummed and shivered but couldn't help but feel butterflies jittering around in her stomach.

"You saw all these small cuts and bruises on me. And despite you being extremely tired, you still insisted on taking care of me." She nodded softly, sighing when he moved the ice on her stomach. Placing sweet kisses on her neck, he continued, "You ran a bath, and patched up all my wounds. You cleaned the blood out of my clothes, you ordered dinner. And you forced me to get in the tub."

She chuckled softly at the memory, letting a moan slip when he opened her legs and rubbed the cube on her smooth legs. "And once I got it, you joined me and I told you what I had done that day. I had a job, and I had to kill this woman. And it turned out, she knew you in high school. You were good friends." He moved the cube between her thighs and rubbed them softly.

"And apparently she had been the one to help hurt my sister. So I killed her. And when I told you, you were upset at me. But you understood, because you knew I would do anything for my family. And you would do anything for yours. You understood that, and you forgave me. And I know it's going to take a lot, because you loved him. But know, I'm genuinely really sorry for hurting you. I would never hurt you like that, not again."

She turned around and he placed the ice on the small table, she smiled and straddled his lap. "It's going to take a lot of time. But you know, I do love you, and despite what I said back then, I never stopped. I will never stop loving you. I won't." She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, slowly peeling off his jumper. She sighed in pleasure, him placing soft sweet kissed down her jaw.

"I love you, Valerie Santina. I will always love you." She smiled and grind'ed on his dick, pulling his shirt over his head. He moved his hands down her smooth body and glanced at the cuts on her wrists. She was hurting herself. He frowned but pushed that away, knowing he would talk to her about it later.

He unclasped her bra and slid it off, he immediately went to kissing and sucking on her breasts.

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A.N: Oh my gosh thank you for all the votes and views. I appreciate it so much. I love you all.

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