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"You're fucking with me, aren't you? You want me to find this Brixton Lore, person?" Leslie deadpanned, tossing the file back onto the table, directing an annoyed look to the person across her, Agent Locke. "Yes, I do." He nods with a smile. Leslie scoffs, taking a drag of her cigarette as she leans back into the metal chair, her leg kicked up over the other. "That's impossible. You think I'm stupid? Brixton Lore works with Eteon, I'm not entirely positive he's even human. You really think I'm dumb enough to go against someone like him, yet alone by myself? Even I don't stand a chance."

"That is why, you won't be by yourself. We have put together a team, and I want you apart of it." Locke sets down another file, causing her to raise a brow as he pushes it towards her. "You have got to be kidding me. I don't do teams. I don't do partners. I work alone." She states, not bothering to pick up the file to see this put together team.

"You'll like this team. You've worked with them before. Come on, give it a chance, Leslie." Locke encouraged before taking a sip of his coffee.

Leslie tilt her head in suspicion, wondering who he could've been referring to. With hesitance, she picked up the file, opening it up only to be faced with two men she absolutely had no interest in working with ever again. Luke Hobbs and...Deckard Shaw. The file slams shut quickly, "no chance in hell am I working with them. This was a good talk, sorry to disappoint." Leslie stood up, tossing a bill onto the table and making her exit.

"She'll come around." Locke shrugs with a small smirk.

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As Leslie headed home after a long day of work, she slowly approached her home, the door was open, the glass windows were all shattered. Someone had clearly broken in. The real question was, who the hell was stupid enough to break in? She walked in, her gun firmly in her hands as she examined the place. It was an absolute mess. "Bloody hell, Keira." Leslie ran up towards her room where Keira knew to hide when there was an invasion.

There was no signs of her best friend anywhere, not even the secret panic room under the bed, which either meant she was kidnapped, or got away, and it seemed like the former. As she walked to her weapons closet she was shocked at the sight of her cat Lani, lying in a pool of her own blood, a gunshot wound to her stomach. "Oh...my poor darling." Leslie kneeled down, a sad expression on her face as she stroked her soft fur. "Whoever did this is gonna pay. I swear to you."

A little device, covered in blood was lodged in the corner of the room, making her quickly go to pick it up. She pressed the button and recording began to play. "Leslie Creed, the infamous assassin. This is a message from Eteon, or well, Brixton Lore. I must say, your best friend here is a fighter, you taught her well...just not well enough. And if you want her back, you'll join me, or else she dies. It's your choice, Creed. But for Ms. Martin's sake, I hope it's the former." The message died out, signaling it was done, but Leslie did pick up on the noises of struggling from Keira in the background.

"They just don't give up, do they?" Leslie asks herself, moving to grab her weapons until she paused, deciding not to. Eteon was smart. They would've put trackers on all of her things, so she needed to go somewhere off the grid. "Fucking hell. I need my mother."

About two hours later, Leslie walked into her mother's luxurious house and headed towards Lyra's office. Lyra turned in her chair, facing her daughter with a smirk. "Hello, my daughter. What brings you home, darling?" Leslie rolled her eyes, moving to sit in the chair in front of her mother's desk, ignoring the the two men that guarded the doors from the inside. "I need weapons, and two of your men."

Lyra raised a brow, "so, now you want my help? That's surprising, seeing as you so confidently stated you wanted nothing to do with me or the family business."

"That family business almost got my brother killed for your information." She snapped, getting a look from her mother, she sighed, knowing she would have to play nice for this to work. "Look, I need to break into Eteon and save my best friend. They broke into my home, killed my cat and kidnapped Keira, so now I have to save her and kill this bastard known as Brixton Lore. I'm sure you're quite familiar with him, aren't you, mother?"

Lyra nods sharply in reply, moving to stand up. "That I am. Eteon tried to recruit me, sent Brixton to try and turn me, when they failed, they sent someone to turn your father. And now, I'm guessing they finally want to turn you?" Leslie nodded, crossing her legs as Lyra enters the code to her planning room. "Well, on other circumstances I'd figure you could do this yourself but seeing as this is Eteon, I can offer some of my help. You can take whatever you need, as long as you kill that bastard."

Leslie smirked, standing up and entering the room, looking down at the table where Lyra pulled up the map of Eteon on the screen, hacking into their network to find Keira. As they planned for a way to get Leslie into the building where Keira was seemingly being held, Leslie glanced over to the TV in her mother's office where the news was talking about Luke Hobbs and Deckard Shaw being corrupt or something along those lines, she wasn't paying much attention. But, she knew Eteon was all over this, something much bigger was going on.

Lyra glanced over to look at what her daughter was watching. She hums, recognizing Deckard, he was a splitting image of his mother. "Your brother said Deckard Shaw had helped him escape from Cipher, that's correct, yes?" She queried. Leslie looked at her with squinted eyes, wondering where this was headed. "Yes, why do you ask?" Leslie questioned, zooming in on the map.

"Oh, no reason. Lucas may have mentioned something about you and Shaw being much more than friends. I just assumed you would care that Shaw is also being corrupted by Eteon." Lyra said with a shrug, walking over to her desk. "Yeah, well, he was wrong. We're not friends. I don't care about his involvement with Eteon. I just want my best friend back, that's it." Leslie walked out of the office, following her mother to the weapons and gear room where two men were waiting, all geared up to be of assist on this mission.

"You ever consider the fact that Keira may have turned? Could be why Brixton found you so easily." Lyra guessed, picking out an outfit she was sure would suit her daughter. Leslie shook her head, Keira being corrupt was completely out of the question, she would never to do that to her. "No, that's not even a question. I've known Keira since we were teenagers, she would never do that to me. Besides, she's just a streetracer, not a spy."

Lyra shrugs, "just saying, maybe it should be in the question."

"Well, it's not. So, drop it."

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"Be careful, I know we may have our ups and downs but you're still my child and I want you safe." Lyra's voice said through the coms as the two men helped Leslie up into the vents. "I'll be fine, mum. Just tell me where to go." She said, turning on her flashlight as they drilled the cover back on and made their exit so now Leslie was on her own. "Take a left, then a right and be slow, I can't hack into their cameras but I can see the heat signatures and they're roaming the halls so don't let them hear you."

"Understood," Leslie mumbled slowly crawling in the tight space, trying to be as quiet as possible. "Take one more right and it should be the room under you. I see one heat signature in the room, she's chained up." Leslie nods, pulling out her knife to unlock the vent. "I'm in. I'll see you after the job." Leslie turned the coms off before lowering herself into the room. "Leslie?" Keira looked up tiredly.

"Kei, hey, I'm here." Leslie kneeled down in front of her friend who seemingly looked fine from the outside. "I'm gonna unlock you, hoist you up the vent where my mother will lead you out and then I'm going to find Brixton and kill him. Sounds good?" She moved to unlock Keira's hand until she froze, feeling a gun at the back of her head. "Sounds very good," Brixton states sarcastically as his grip on the gun tightens.

"Put your hands to your head, now." Leslie rolls her eyes, slowly raising her hands to the back of her head. Brixton lowered his gun to run his hands down her body, removing all the weapons she had on her. "Hmm, I guess there was a reason Shaw was so interested in you." Brixton mused, grabbing her arm as she struggles in his grasp. "Mmm, and I guess there was a reason Shaw put a bullet through you," she retorts as he pulled her out of the room.

"Watch your mouth, princess. You're lucky I can't kill you yet." Brixton dragged her into a large open area, she immediately took notice of the unconscious Hobbs and Shaw who were tied up on chairs. "Tie her up!" They set up another chair and grabbed her tightly, forcing her into the chair and tying her up with the two men she didn't like very much.

"You're making the worse mistake of your life if you think I'm going to join you." Leslie spat, tugging on the restraints as she thought of a way to get out. "We thought you might say that," Brixton smirked. Leslie furrowed her brows, growing significantly confused by his use of words. "We?"

Heels clicked against the floors and Keira strutted over with a grin, taking her place beside Brixton. Leslie masked the betrayal she was feeling, putting on her best poker face but deep down, she was feeling all kinds of things. She felt hurt, but most importantly, she felt enraged. How could her best friend betray her? After everything they had been through? "You're sad, I know. And I'm sorry it had to be this way, but it was going to happen one way or another. It was only a matter of time, Leslie."

"You're wrong. I'm not sad...no, I'm enraged. This was," Leslie pauses to laugh to herself, and it was truly disturbing to see from a normal person's perspective. "This is, just, grand. I mean, not for you obviously. But, for me, because I am going to have so much fun killing you. I am going to put so many bullets through your head God himself won't even recognize you." She stated coldly, looking up at her former friend with an emotionless stare.

Keira extended her arms with a grin of amusement, "I'm an atheist. Fire at will."

"Aw, don't get so bigheaded, love. I hope you all realize if you kill me, you're going to have an entire team coming after you and they won't stop until you're extinct." Leslie stated, glancing down at her restraints. "Oh, we know about your little family. Trust, we're well equipped to deal with them. Start the engines." Brixton orders, referring to the cars attached to Hobbs and Shaw, seemingly to electrocute them. Fortunately, Leslie wasn't attached to them.

Deckard had woken up first, immediately noticing Leslie sitting between himself and Hobbs. "What the hell are you doing here?" He questioned. Leslie rolls her eyes in annoyance as she glanced over at her former friend. "Well, I was here to save that bitch I called a friend but now I'm sitting in between two men I don't quite fancy very much. Why are you here?" Leslie put on a sarcastic smile, meanwhile Keira just waved her fingers at Deckard in some sort of greeting.

Keira scoffs, "don't lie, Leslie. We all know you fancy him very much."

Leslie scowled at her as Deckard smirks, "shut up."

They revved the engine again and Hobbs finally woke up. "There he is. Nice and rested? Get your full eight hours? I was gonna order some room service. What do you fancy? French toast? I'll get the order in." Deckard says in a sarcastic manner towards an irritated Hobbs. "I just dreamt they killed you before I woke up. Pretty disappointed right now." Leslie groaned at their stupid bickering. "Don't you two ever shut up? If you hadn't realized, we're all in quite the predicament right now."

"When did you get here?" Hobbs asked, finally noticing the assassin's presence. "Don't get her started, we'll be here for days," Deckard comments. "You're such an asshole. I really dodged a bullet there, didn't I?" She retorts angrily. Hobbs chuckles, despite the rope around his neck. "She's right. You are an asshole." Leslie smiles triumphantly, "Exactly. Thank you. Now, let's let the bad guys do their job and give us their villain story or whatever. Back to you."

Brixton rolls his eyes, stepping forward. "It's a little elaborate, I must admit. Old-school interrogation technique we picked up in the black ops. Shock will kill a man in three. Do you remember that, Deck?" Deckard glances back at the engines they were attached to, the technique quite familiar. "Yeah, I remember a lot of things from back then."

"I reckon you've only got four shocks in you, boys." Brixton presumes.

"Yeah? I think we could take five." Hobbs challenged and Leslie couldn't help but chuckle at his stupidity. "Five? Well, all right." Brixton presses the cord against his palm, shocking the two. Leslie had on a smirk but she was internally beginning to worry about Deckard. "Now this, wow, I'm enjoying this. Can I get some popcorn?" Leslie requested and Keira rolled her eyes, hitting the man who went to fetch the popcorn as requested.

"You had to open your big mouth, didn't ya?" Deckard said towards Hobbs. "I thought it was a cool thing to say in the moment," he replies.

Leslie hums, nodding slightly, "It was, in a way. I'm so grateful I'm not in your position though, you have such a big mouth." Keira grins, "As you wish." Two men walked over with a machine, putting two cuffs around her wrists. "Bloody hell, and it comes around-" Keira pressed a button from the device around her wrist, shocking Leslie who clenched her jaw, feeling the electricity tingle in her body. It wasn't a very good feeling, luckily, she was trained in situations like this so the shock didn't hurt as bad as it was supposed to.

"Fuck, that stings." She breathed out once the shock stopped. "And you said I had a big mouth," Hobbs rebutted.

"Do you remember when we were real brothers? Task Force Black. Do you remember that, Deck? Man, we ended up seeing the worst in people. Worst in our countries, our leaders, our enemies, our..our friends." Brixton said, his back turned to them. "You don't know the meaning of that word anymore," Deckard responds. "But don't worry about it, neither does he. He shoots them right in the head, but in your case, I thought it was a hell of a good idea." Hobbs adds.

Brixton turns back to them, looking at Hobbs. "Big man, you still talking?"

"I said I thought it was a hell of a good id-" He was cut off when Brixton shocked them, Keira doing the same to Leslie. "You motherfucker, just had to keep talking," Leslie spat once it was over, breathing heavily. Brixton laughs, "you know, it's funny how humanity's hate for each other is stronger than it's own self-preservation, which is why we're here. Remember eight years ago, Deck, when Eteon asked us to join their mission?"

"Oh, you mean their death cult? They're lunatics." Deckard states. "Visionaries. Visionaries of a future. A bigger future. A brighter future. You remember the data they gave us, man? What with environmental damage, capitalism, terrorism, humanity wipes itself out by 2096. Now, that is scary to me. But if we fulfill Eteon's vision, you save their world." Brixton corrects.

"You don't save the world with genocide, you son of a bitch," Leslie spat. [FREE PALESTINE Y'ALL 🍉]

"Genocide, schmenocide. You know what this virus is? This virus is a necessary shock to the system." Brixton shocks them again and Keira does the same to Leslie. "Whoo! That's three. I love this thing," Brixton grins, standing behind Leslie. "Told you then, I'm telling you now, your metrics are off. One good reason, you assume the worst in people." Deckard points out.

"People cannot be trusted to do the right thing. Look at the three of you. The fate of the world is in your hands and you can't even get along. But you know all about doing the right thing, don't you, Shaw?" Brixton set something in Deckard's hand which appeared to be the bullet that Deck put through his head. "Little souvenir, huh, bro?" Deckard looked back up after examining the bullet. "You come to kill me, I'll do the same every time. What'd you expect? A shiatsu?" Deck dropped the bullet like it meant nothing.

Hobbs laughed, causing Brixton to look over at him. "Anyone talking to you?" Leslie rolls her eyes knowing Hobbs was gonna say something stupid. And she was proven correct. "Your mama." Brixton simply shocked them again, obviously including a very irritated Leslie.

Brixton laughs, looking at the trigger in his hand. "I get it. You're still mad. You're upset because, hey, when you wouldn't turn, they asked me to come and kill you, and of course, I had to, because you know too much. But I think about that night a lot. I think about it. Because what I realize now that I did not realize then is that when you shot me, you gave me a gift. Look at me. I'm black Superman. Bulletproof, new spine, and the more machine I become, the more humane I am."

"Leslie, darling, when I came after your parents, they couldn't see the vision, because they don't stand for humanity. But, you do. I mean, you kill bad guys for a living, you rid them of this earth and in turn, you save it. Keira understood us. Imagine the power you two could hold if you were together. This is what you wanna fight for. I'm giving you two another chance to join us, Deckard, Creed. And the boss wants big mouth as well. If not, I kill you all. Which, honestly, I'd love to do."

Brixton leaned down in front of Shaw. "You know Eteon. You know what they're capable of. They rebuilt me." Brixton turned to Leslie, brushing her braids from her face. "Dismantled him. Made it look like he killed his own team. Even your own sister...disowned you. Just say the world, bro. Say the word and all of this goes away. Your sister lives. His daughter lives. Her family lives. We get you some upgrades, and we go on to saving the world. What's it to be? Join the evolution of man, or die with the weak?"

Leslie scoffs to herself, lifting her head. "I'd rather cut out my own heart than join your stupid cause." Deckard glances at her, seeing she wasn't gonna budge either. "Just get it done."

Brixton scoffs in amusement, "I told the boss you two wouldn't change your minds. See you later." As he goes to shock them again, Hobbs stops him. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait!" Hobbs turns to look at the two. "I think we should join." Leslie and Deckard look at him in confusion, "join?" They repeat in unison as Hobbs turns to face Brixton, who was in disbelief himself. "You said some really compelling things. I mean, that black Superman thing, that really got me. I love that. I mean, Creed would truly be an awesome black Supergirl, you know?"

Leslie rolled her eyes until she spotting a blonde woman hiding, and she recognized her to be Shaw's sister, Hattie. Now she began to realize what Hobbs was doing. Stalling. Leslie nods slightly, "he's got a point, black Supergirl is really compelling, innit?" Deckard didn't realize this yet as he looked between the two in confusion. "What are you, deaf, stupid, or both? We ain't joining."

"There you go again, you're just thinking about yourself. You're such a diva. What about my feelings, for once? Let me tell you something, if we were a band, you know who you'd be? You'd be Mick Jagger." Hobbs argues, trying to get Deckard on the same page. "Mick Jagger? Mick Jagger." Deckard pauses, finally understood where Hobbs stood. "Oi, what's it to be? In or out?"

Hobbs and Shaw both turns to look at Brixton as Leslie slowly undid her restraints whilst they were all distracted. "We're not gonna join." They stated simultaneously. "But since you're standing there, here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna rip the arm off this chair. I'm gonna smash him right in the face. Stab him right in the neck for looking that way. Kill all 13 guys in seven seconds." Hobbs states.

"And here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna slip out of these chains and dropkick him, him and him right in the throat." Deckard says, but Hobbs seems to disagree. "No, not him, that's my guy. You got to pick another guy." Leslie sighs, it was so pointless to ever think they could take things serious. "What do you mean that's your guy? That's my guy," Deckard argued. "No, no. That's face-smash guy. You got to find another dropkick guy."

"You want a face-smash guy? I'm gonna find you one. See that guy over there? The big one. The big one. That's face-smash guy." Deckard says. "No, he's way too big. Ain't that right, Hattie?" Out of nowhere, Hattie appears, holding a gun to Brixton's head and Keira raises her gun at Hattie. "Let 'em go." She demands. "All right, boys, stay calm. We need her alive. Let them go, or what?" He repeats, clearly not fazed by the younger Shaw.

"Or you're gonna get a nice new breeze there at the center of your forehead." Hattie threatens. "You're not gonna shoot me." Hattie pulls the trigger but it turned red, signaling it wasn't activated. "Because you need an activation chip to fire that gun. Sorry." At this, Leslie quickly stands from her chair, breaking off the restraints and tackling Keira so the bullet directing at Hattie narrowly misses, effectively saving the younger Shaw's life.

"Try this gun!" A man shows up, blasting a fire gun at Brixton between Hobbs and Shaw who moved out of the way just in time. "I'm not small change."

As all hell releases when the two break from their restraints, Leslie is busy fighting her best friend. "You could've had all this power, but you let it go to waste!" Keira throws another punch, knocking Leslie to her knees. "I didn't let anything get away, except the people I care about, you bitch!" Leslie grabbed an activated gun and shot Keira in the abdomen, luckily the woman wasn't enhanced like Brixton yet or else it wouldn't have effected her.

"Did all those years of friendship mean anything to you?" Leslie stood above her, pointing the gun to her head. "You still don't understand, do you?" Keira scoffs, coughing up blood as Leslie looked down at her in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?!" Keira leaned up against the car, slowly reaching behind her for a gun. "I was in love with you, Les. And then, Joseph came along, and you forgot about me. So, I teamed up with Cipher, and I killed him. And then, just when I thought you might feel the same, Shaw comes along and you forget about me again."

Leslie's face paled at her words, but just when Keira moves to shoot an unknowing Deckard, Leslie didn't think twice when she shot three bullet in her friend's head. "Have fun in hell." She ran over to one of the cars and shut the hood before climbing inside and driving out alongside Deckard. She was able to narrowly miss all the gunshots, getting away from Eteon as it blew to pieces, and luckily Brixton was too focused on Shaw to worry about her getting away.

She leaned against the car, watching as Deckard, Hattie, and Hobbs arrived in some very messed up truck. "How do you guys not have a concussion?" Leslie questioned with an arch of her brow. "How are you completely unscathed right now?" Hattie replies with her own question, looking at the woman in complete disbelief. "Plot armor, I guess?" Leslie shrugs blankly, glancing over at Deckard in concern, "you good?"

Deckard nods in reply, "I'm good, are you?" Leslie didn't verbally answer but it was clear what she was feeling, at least to him.

"I'm sorry, brother. This thing is really damaged." Hobbs spoke up, examining the device that was supposed to extract the virus from Hattie. "Well, there goes option two. That only leaves the first one." Hattie rebutted, referring the first option being to kill her and burn her body. "Come on. Stop it, Hat." Deckard sighs, standing next to Leslie. "I'm tired, Deck. I am done running," Hattie says tiresome.

"You still got time, darling" Leslie points out. "Time? Time for what? The machine's destroyed." Hattie argues. "Yeah, well, we'll fix it," Deckard responds. "How? I don't suppose your girlfriend here might know what to do?" Leslie sighs tiredly, seeing Deckard and Hatte look to her for any idea. "I would help if I could, but I have no idea how to fix that. My brother would know but his wife just had the baby and I really don't want to intervene in their life.

"We need to find a place to get off the grid." Hobbs added.

"Where? We're wanted all over the world and Brixton won't stop. We can't risk millions of people. I told you on the plane, we should've gone with option one. It is done now, Deck." Hattie decides sharply. "It's not done," he sighed, hating that they were in this position. "It's done," she argues. "It's not done!" He snaps, leaving Leslie's side to stand in front of his sister. "It's not done. Look at me. Remember that thinf you used to say to me when we were kids? Huh? Used to look at me and say, "Deck, it's never over till it's over." We used to laugh. Remember that?"

"No, Deck, it went, "it's never over till I say it's over." Hattie corrected. "Yeah, that was it. So say it now. Say it. Remember who we are. We're the Shaw family. We never, never, never give up. We've got a day. More than a day." Deckard states as Leslie glances over at Hobbs, noticing he was looking down at a picture he held in his hand. "We don't eve know where we'd go."

Hobbs looks up from the picture expectantly. "I know a place."

"Where?" Leslie and Deckard ask simultaneously.

"It's the last place on earth I ever wanna go. Home." Hobbs said, staring into nowhere in particular. Leslie raised her brows, her hands lying on her hips. "On the contrary, do you always just stare into the sky and do that smolder thing? Is it planned or...?" The trio all look at her and chuckle, she wasn't exactly wrong, Hobbs did tend to do that often. "All things serious, anyone got any strings they can pull to get us a ride?" Leslie questioned, referring to a cargo plane.

"Actually, I got someone I can call. Got a phone on you?" Leslie nods, pulling out her phone swiftly, she tosses it over to Hobbs. Hattie clears her throat, turning to the assassin, "by the way, we haven't properly been introduced. I'm Hattie, as you know, Deck's sister. Thank you for saving my life back there also." Hattie extended her hand with a kind and welcoming smile. Leslie returns the smile, taking Hattie's hand in hers. "Leslie Creed. It's nice to meet you, love. And of course, it was no problem."

Hattie glances at her brother with a grin, "I like her. I can't believe you let this woman slip from your fingers. You're seriously slippin'." Deckard rolls his eyes at his sister's comments, "you sound like mum. I didn't let nothin' slip." Leslie cleared her throat awkwardly, "he's right. It was my fault. I'm the one who let him go. Speaking of, can we talk? It's important." Deck nodded, shooting a look to Hattie who walked to the car to give them their privacy.

"So, I would love to help your sister and take down Brixton but I know Keira sent someone after my brother, so I must go and help him. I hope you understand, cause it's nothing personal. I would help if I could." She explained shortly, giving an apologetic look. Deckard obviously understood where she was coming from. "Don't worry about it. That's your family, I understand. I'm not taking it personal at all. This whole mission is to save my sister so I get it, your brother needs you like Hattie needs me."

Leslie smiles in appreciation, glad someone could understand what her family meant to her. Yeah, they were a pain in her ass but she still loved them like any family would. "Uh, how have you been? I-I mean- before this whole situation came to rise- or whatever." She stuttered, looking down and internally cursing at herself for being so awkward and nervous.

Deckard chuckles softly finding her stumbling over her words to be amusing and quite attractive. It was nice seeing her so out of character. It's like she was actually human. "I've been alright. Still a bit wounded by the rejection but I'll get over it eventually." Leslie's eyes widened slightly, averting eye contact as guilt began to seep in her chest. A few seconds of gathering herself and coming up with a response, she met his kind eyes again. "Right. Uh, I'm actually quite sorry about that. I should've called you or something. I was such a bitch to you for no good reason. So, I apologize."

"There's nothing to apologize for. You weren't ready, and I respect that. It took me time to even think of moving on from Valerie so I get it. And if you're still not ready-" Before he could get any further she cut him off abruptly. "I am! I mean- I am ready, now I suppose. I uh, went on a date last week, and it was good, though he wasn't the brightest tool in the box. I-I guess, I was always ready in a way, it just scared me. And I won't lie, you did startle me with how certain you were."

Deckard chuckles, nodding in agreement, "I was very sure of myself, wasn't I?"

Leslie nods with a snicker. "You were. I was terrified, ya know? I was scared that if I moved on, I would lose him. But the truth is, I could never lose him, he's always going to be with me, and I'm always going to love him, but he's not my future anymore. I just began to realize that, cause before I killed my best friend, she admitted to killing him, and then she teamed up with Brixton so she could take you from me too. And in that moment, I knew that I didn't want to have a future if you weren't apart of it. I let you go last time. I won't make that mistake again."

It didn't even begin to process before his lips were planted softly against hers, his hands reaching to her waist to tug her closer against him. Leslie slid her arms around his neck, kissing back the minute it finally began to process. It had been so long she almost forgot how to kiss, but the minute his lips were on hers, it was an instinct. And in that moment, she hadn't even thought about Joseph. She finally felt free, like she was no longer tied down to anyone. She was sure he was incredibly proud of her for moving on.

"It's about damn time," Hobbs comments, now standing next to Hattie as they leaned against the car. "How long have they been chasing each other?" Hattie questions. "Long enough. You should've seen these two together, they were quite the pair on that job. She acted like a person around him and a robot around the rest of us." Hobbs answers, recalling the first job he ever worked with Creed and Shaw. "She's so much better than Valerie. Ya know, these two just work, they make so much sense together. I can't decide if I wanna be her friend or steal her from my brother."

Hobbs looks down at the woman strangely, "Let's hope for ours and your brother that it's not the latter."

"Are they staring or am I being paranoid?" Leslie whispered after pulling away, her hands on his biceps. "No, you're right, they're staring. We should probably get going before this gets awkward." Deckard says sharing a smile of amusement with her. "Yeah, you're right. But I wish I could stay here and kiss you all day. Ya know, you're really good at kissing, it's a bit surprising." Leslie comments as they walk over to the car slowly.

Deckard looks at her in offense at the comment. "Why's that surprising?"

She pursed her lips, tilting her head innocently. "I don't know, you just don't seem like you get around often." Before he could reply she was already climbing into the car.

Hattie grins, climbing into the passenger seat. "I think I'm in love with your girlfriend, Deck."

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a/n: and the ship has finally sailed 🤭🧎‍♀️ THEYRE SO HOT YOUR HONOR

LESLIE, DECK, AND LUKES BICKERING WHILST GETTING TOTURED WAS GOLD IDC 😭😭 and keira rlly tried it!! bitch thought she could kill leslies mans and get away with it 💀 NOW SHE COULD JOIN BRIXTON SIX FEET UNDA 🪦

NEXT CHAPTER STARTS FAST 9!! y'all r gonna love it sm ik lots of angst 🌚

RIP LANI 💔🐈 u shall be missed my luv

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