Isabella's POV

Deckard told me where to meet him in London. He had found someone who responded to Owen, someone with information on where he was. Deckard had already told me that what he was about to do was something... very bad. But I knew exactly what was coming. I just had to trust him.

I made my way to where Owen was waiting, tension hanging heavy in the air. Deckard pulled up in his white car, and I walked over to him, knowing exactly what was going through his mind. I leaned in close and whispered, "It's done."

Deckard nodded, his face a mix of conflict and resolve. "I feel bad about it... but at the same time, I don't."

I kissed him, feeling the weight of the moment. "We're getting revenge, Deckard. Dom had no reason to go after Owen if Letty wasn't involved. This isn't just about Owen. It's about everything."

Deckard just smiled, his eyes hardening with purpose. "Let's kick these guys' asses."

I kissed him again, this time with more fire, knowing that our fight wasn't just for ourselves but for the lives that had been destroyed by Dom's twisted version of justice.

Deckard's POV

We moved through the guards easily, as if they were nothing more than obstacles to our mission. Isabella was beside me, her confidence matching mine, and it was almost effortless to push through the chaos. We made it to Owen's room. I could see the pain in Isabella's eyes, but she kept it together, and I was proud of her for that.

When we entered, I could tell something was off. Owen was hurt, and his condition was bad. Isabella's voice broke the silence. "Oh my god, my brother did this... I'm so sorry, Owen."

She leaned down to kiss his forehead, her sorrow almost palpable. I placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to steady her, trying to remind her of who she was now, not the person she used to be.

I looked at her, and then at Owen, knowing that the fight ahead wasn't just for revenge—it was for closure. "Babe, this isn't your fault. It's your brother's." I kissed her forehead gently, offering her the comfort she needed.

I turned to the window, my mind briefly drifting back to the past. The city stretched out before me, a reminder of everything that had come before. "They say if you want to glimpse the future, just look behind you," I muttered, the words feeling heavier than I expected. "I used to think that was bollocks. But now I realize... you can't outrun the past."

I walked over to Owen's side and looked down at my brother. "When we were kids, you used to start fights with the toughest bastards in the yard. Rest now, little brother. I'm going to settle this score for you... for us."

I turned back to Isabella, pulling her close, needing her strength to get through the next part of this. "Take care of my brother, Isabella. If anything happens to him, I will come back looking for you."

Isabella's eyes locked onto mine, fierce and determined. "He's not lying. Take care of him. Or I will personally come back."

We walked out together, knowing that whatever happened next would change everything. I turned to face the guards and gave them one final look. "Hold this."

One of the guards froze, a grenade in his hand.

I didn't wait for him to think twice. It went off with a deafening explosion.

Isabella's POV

Deckard and I rushed to the car, the sound of the explosion ringing in our ears. We sped off, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I glanced at him. His eyes were focused, determined.

He leaned over and kissed me softly, the taste of revenge mixing with the warmth of his lips. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low.

I looked back at him, my resolve hardening. "I'm always ready. It's time for my brother to meet his match. He's messing with the wrong family."

With that, we sped off, our destination clear. Tokyo was the next stop. The payback was coming.