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"A bunch of criminals all in one room. How fantastic. " Deckard rolls his eyes in amusement at Leslie's ranting. Today was the day of their huge family dinner, planned courtesy of Hattie. She thought it would be a good idea to reunite Magdalene and Lyra, and introduce the families. Leslie, on the other hand, thought it was a terrible idea. But, Lyra had found out about it and agreed to it, so Leslie had no other choice but to attend, or else she'd be disowned again.

"You're over-thinking it, love. It's gonna be fine. It'll be over in known time." He reassures, taking her hand to pull her onto his lap. "Before we go, I need to warn you. My father can be a bit...intimidating, and my mother, oh my, she's a handful so try not to get overwhelmed when she hits you with a million bloody questions. And you know how my brother is...but I'm sure he'll accept you. They're going to be very overprotective and quite snotty, ya know? They really liked Joseph, so don't take it to heart if they don't warm up to you immediately."

"I understand, you don't need to worry about me. In fact, I should be worried about you. My family is a mess." Deckard smiled, rubbing a hand over her thigh. Leslie chuckles, pressing a peck to his lips, "well, they can't be any worse than mine." The phone rings, bringing them out of their moment of peace. Leslie reaches for Deckard's phone and hits answer, not bothering to read the name. "Hello, who's this?" She questions boredly.

"Is this the right number?" The other voice mumbled in confusion at the woman's voice.

"If you're calling for Deckard Shaw, then yes, this is the right number. Now might I ask who's calling?" Leslie moved to sit on the couch as Deck stood up, walking over to the bedroom to gather their things so they could leave. "It's his brother, Owen. I presume you're the infamous Leslie? You got quite a pretty little voice." He flirts and she could just imagine to stupid smirk on his face. "I don't have time for this. We'll be at dinner in twenty, I expect to see you there."

"Wait-" Before he could continue, she hung up on him, tossing the phone to the side. Deckard's footsteps echoed the hall as he approaches the woman, holding her pair of high heels she requested. "Who was it?" He asks, sitting down as she takes the shoes from him. "Uh, your brother Owen, I believe. Haven't even met yet and he's already flirting we me." Deckard chuckles, taking her leg so he could put them on, not wanting her to do any extra work. She had just come back from a job so he knew she was exhausted.

"I did warn ya. I'll handle him." Leslie shakes her head, quick to object. "That's not necessary love. I can handle him just fine. Not the first man whose shamelessly flirted with me." Deckard raised a brow, looking at her in amusement. "It worked out pretty well for me though, didn't it?" Leslie smirked, leaning forward to kiss his lips. "I suppose it did. Though you had one thing they didn't. Determination. Most guys give up after the first try. You didn't, and look where we are now?"

"About to have dinner with our family full of criminals? Dream come true." Deckard mused, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she leaned into his chest. "Yeah. Let's just hope we make it out alive."

"Or with our dignity still intact."

"Literally."

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"Don't let her encourage you to stay after dinner, we leave immediately. I have a race to get to." Leslie reminds him, his arm linked with hers as the assassin knocks on the large doors. A minute later, her father Leonardo answers the door with a grin, happy to see his daughter. "Mija! You look amazing!" She smiles, accepting the embrace from her father. "Gracias, Papa." She said before referring to the man standing next to her. "Dad, this is Deckard Shaw, my boyfriend."

Leo grins, eagerly shaking the man's hand, "Hola, Deckard, how nice to meet you." He says, Leslie never could figure out how her parents fit together, they were so completely different. "Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Creed." Deckard says. "Oh please, call me Leo. Mr. Creed is way too formal. You're familia now. Come in, please." Leo opens the doors for them and they walk in hand in hand. "Everyone is in the main room, dinner should be ready as well. I'm going to meet your mothers in the kitchen, you go make yourselves at home. It's good to have you back, mija."

Leslie and Deck made their way to the main room as Leo headed towards the kitchen to help Lyra and Magdalene with dinner. "Oh god...no." Leslie and Deckard both mumble under their breaths when they hear that loud obnoxious ass laugh echoing the halls. They turn the corner to see Hobbs and the rest of the family laughing at the jokes or stories he was telling. "Bloody hell." The couple groan out in annoyance.

Hobbs turns to them with a wide obnoxious grin. "Hey! They're finally here! We were just talking about you!" Deckard and Leslie scowled at him, "what the hell are you doing here?" Hattie rolls her eyes, standing up and giving them a pleading look. "I invited him. I needed a date and he was available. Please, don't make a scene. This is supposed to be fun. I promise he's not on the clock, he's not gonna pull anything. Come on, do it for me."

"Fine." They sigh simultaneously and Hattie cheers, moving to hug the two of them and they glare at Hobbs over her shoulder.

Leslie pulls away to walk over to hug her brother. "How's Callie doing?" She asks before pulling away. "She's doing good. She's in Rio with the baby, visiting her family." Leslie raised a brow, "she went alone?" Lucas shook his head quickly, "no, no, never. Mother sent a few guards with her. She's completely safe. After dinner is done I'm going to catch a flight to Rio and meet her there." She sighs in relief, "Okay, that's good."

Leslie moves to sit next to Deckard, the man glaring at Hobbs who simply just grinned at him with his arm around Hattie. "Where's Owen?" Deckard questions his sister who was laying her head on the muscular man. "He called, he should be here very soon." She answers.

A smirk subconsciously rises on the assassin's lips. "Ah, I just thought of something. Owen is the one that Hobbs crippled, yes? You're the reason he looks like Freddy Krueger?" Hobbs shoots her a look as she grins at him. Hattie cleared her throat, becoming uncomfortable with the situation at hand. "That doesn't matter anymore. It was a long time ago." She defends.

Deckard scoffs, "I'm sure Owen's not gonna think like that." And just as he finished that sentence, the doorbell rung loudly. Leslie snickers, standing up and brushing off her trousers. "Saved by the bell. I will go and get that. Make sure there's no guns around." She walks down the hall to the front door, pulling it open and being met with Owen Shaw. The man grins down at her, "well, aren't you quite a sight. How have you been this evening, Lyra?"

Leslie scoffs, scowling at him. "Please, don't tell me you actually mistook me for my mother? The woman twice my age?" She opens the door wider and he nervously steps inside.

"Forgive me, you look just like her." Owen smirked.

She rolls her eyes and slams the door shut, leading the man to the main room where it seemed that Deckard and Hobbs were throwing insults at each other once again. That was probably the least surprising thing about this evening. "Darling, your brother's here." Leslie warns, moving to sit on the sofa. Owen's grin drops as soon as he makes eye contact with Hobbs, a glare forming on his face. "Hobbs. You son of a bitch." Owen reaches for his gun, only to find it wasn't there but in Leslie's hand.

"There will not be any cock fights in my family's home, is that understood? Both of you?" Leslie spoke strictly, shooting glares at both of the men.

"Not like I need a gun to take care of you." Owen scowls towards Hobbs, popping his fingers and neck. "Oh is that right? Bring it on, scarface." Hobbs stood up daringly, clenching his fists the two went to approach each other until Leo rushes in and gets in between them. "Hey! Hey! Settle down!" Leslie sighs, looking at Deckard who had seemed quite amused by all of this.

"Now, I don't know what's the history here but you can do that another time. My wife and your mother just made an amazing dinner, so we're gonna go sit at that table and act like we like each other for the sake of them. And if you don't like that, you can get the hell out of my house. Is that understood?" Leo states strictly towards them and everyone else.

"Understood," Owen raises his hands in surrender, "my apologies, sir."

Leo nods, moving away to open the doors to the dining room. "Before we get started, I need everyone's guns, and any weapons you have on you. You can get them back after dinner." Leo held out a box with a knowing look, mainly directed at his two kids. Leslie sighs, standing up and walking over, she sets down Owen's gun she took. Leo gives her a look, "don't make me get your mother." He says sternly in Spanish. "Fine." She pulled out four more guns, two knifes, two daggers, and a laser lipstick.

"I would take off the jewelry but they complete the look." She mumbles and he nods understandly. Deckard added his two guns and entered the dining room with Leslie. Owen added one gun as Leslie took his other one. Lucas tossed in his laser, two guns, and four daggers. Hattie only added her one gun and Hobbs added his two guns. "Thank you, everyone take your seats." He says before locking up the box and setting it to the side.

"I'll go help mother with the food." Leslie offers, standing up from her seat before the awkwardness could set in. "I'll join you." Owen offers with a grin, standing up, he did not want to be in the same room with Hobbs anymore than he needed to be. On their way to the kitchen, Owen walks besides the assassin, eyeing her every movement. "So, how did you meet my brother?"

"Well, I first seen him right after escaping prison, something you couldn't do." Leslie says, adding in an insult that he rolls his eyes at. "And well, we were forced to work together with the team that ya know, threw you out of a plane, and he was quite obsessed with me, but I rejected him, many times. So yeah, I guess we just went from there." Leslie doesn't wait for a response and enters the kitchen where Lyra and Mag had seemed stuck in a conversation. It was actually nice to see them going back to their best friend ways.

"Apologies for my interruption, but I figured you'd want some help?" Leslie says, glancing down at the many food options. There was Puerto Rican, Dominican, and Jamaican dishes. Her family was always a bit extra like that. They loved having options. "She's so formal," Mag jokes and Lyra laughs. "I know, she gets it from me cause Leonardo is the joker."

Leslie raised a brow, leaning against the table. "Yes, I seem to get all your key traits, don't I? Bitchy-ness is probably one of them, sí?" She smiles sarcastically at her annoyed mother. "Oh, she's got your sharp tongue too. I like it." Mag grins, outstretching her hand to the woman. "I'm Deckard's mum, it's nice to meet you. No need for the formals, just call me Mag." Leslie smiles warmly and shakes the woman's hand kindly. "It's lovely to meet you as well, Mag. Your son is amazing."

"I would hope so, or else he's gonna be taught a lesson." Mag shrugs jokingly.

"Oh, you must be Owen. It's nice to meet you, I'm Leslie and Lucas's mother. Unlike my husband, I love formalities, so call me Mrs. Creed." Lyra says, moving to shake the man's hand. "It's good to see you as well, Mrs. Creed. You look stunning." He smiles kindly at her, getting a sharp glare from Leslie. "That's enough." She pulls his hand from Lyra's quickly before he could kiss her mother's knuckles.

"Okay, Leslie, you get the oxtail and baguettes. Mag, you can get the wine. Owen and I will bring the rest." Lyra says, ushering everyone to do so before it could get cold. She did not spend three days preparing this food for nothing. "Of course." Leslie does as told and grabs the two dishes, she carries them to the dining room with Mag behind her. Deckard notices her and quickly stands up, taking the large dish from her hand, "I got it, love."

Lyra and Owen bring the rest in and everyone takes their respective seats. Leo presses a kiss to Lyra's cheek and whispers into her ear, "looks amazing, mamas."

"This looks amazing, Lyra," Hobbs compliments with a grin. "Thank you, Luke," she replies. Leslie rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her wine. "Didn't know you were on first name bases," she mutters. "Yeah, ma, you did good," Lucas says going to dig in eagerly until Leo hits him in the back of his head. "Hey, no eating until we say grace. You know the rules." He scolds.

Leslie snickers, "yeah, Lucas, you know the rules." She mocks and he shoots her a glare, reaching under the table to kick her in the shin.

"Enough, you two. Just for that, you're saying grace, Leslie." Leo rebutted.

"Bloody hell. This is gonna be a long night." She mumbles.

Later in the night, the dinner surprisingly went as well as it could've for a bunch of criminals. Now everyone was gathered in the living room talking and getting ready to leave. Lucas had already left, along with Hattie and Hobbs. Mag was going to stay the night seeing as she didn't feel like driving this late. Leslie pulled on her coat, getting ready to leave but Deckard was engaged in a conversation with Owen, she had no clue what about.

Leo pulled on his large coat, standing next to Leslie. "Ready to go, mija? We gotta get to that race."

"Yeah, just waiting on Deck." Leslie walks over, interrupting their conversation. "What's going on?" Deck turns to her with a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry love, but we need to go. Owen needs my help on this job, and we gotta be there by tomorrow." Leslie frowned before nodding in understanding, she knew exactly how these things could go. "Of course, I understand. You go on, just don't be too long. We have that trip planned next month."

"Thank you for understanding. You're amazing." Deckard pulls on his coat and presses a kiss to his lips. "Be careful," she says, walking him to the door where Owen was awaiting outside in his car. "You too, darling. I love you." He presses a quick kiss to her cheek before walking over to Owen's car and climbing in, not giving his three words a second thought. It just came out so naturally.

Now, the words immediately hit Leslie with a shock. "Did he just say that or was I imagining it?" She questions out loud to no one in particular.

"Nope, he said it, mija. Why you no say it back?" Leo queried, putting an arm around her in a comforting manner.

Before she could answer or even come up with a proper response, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She sighed, answering it without checking the name. "Hello?"

"Yo, this is Roman. We need your help. It's about Mr. Nobody."

"Send me the time and place."

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a/n: okayyy, so it begins! what do we think of the whole fam getting together?? i would've written the dinner but i had no clue where to start ngl...just know it was a little chaotic 😭

deckard said the words...😫

the most shocking thing out of this whole chapter was roman having leslies phone number 🧍‍♀️

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