Isabella's POV

By the time I woke up, Deck was already out of the house. He left a note saying breakfast was waiting for me, so I got up, did a safe workout that the doctor recommended, ate breakfast, and made sure to wear my bulletproof vest—just in case. I locked up the house, turned on the new tech I had designed, and drove to Deckard's bar.

I walked in without any trouble and went downstairs to my workspace. I spent the day designing new technology and viruses. Owen was coming for lunch, which was nice. I heard the door open and, instinctively, I raised my gun and said, "Name."

Owen's voice echoed from the doorway. "Geez, Isa, it's just me."

I smirked. "Really, Owen? Can't you just text me?"

Owen smiled, his usual playful energy in his voice. "Let's go, I'm starving."

I smirked back. "You and me both."

We went out for a nice lunch. I had no idea what Decks was up to. He had business to take care of and was visiting his mother, who had recently been caught for jewelry robbery. Honestly, it was kind of funny—usually, the Shaw family had a knack for staying out of trouble. But this time, the reputation had been broken.

Owen was doing much better, thanks to therapy. He was happy to know about his nephews, and so was Queenie. They were both really excited.

I spent the rest of the day working on tech while Owen played around with Deckard's cars—classic Owen, always entertained by the little things. I heard a noise and saw an alert. Someone was coming down. I signaled to Owen, and we both slipped into the shadows with our guns raised.

We heard an unlocking sound, and I motioned to Owen. He was on the other side, gun in hand, and so was I. Then I heard a voice—Hobbs—and another British voice that I recognized immediately. It was Deckard, and I couldn't help but smile as I lowered my gun.

"Deck," I called softly, stepping out of the shadows.

Deckard turned around, and his eyes softened when he saw me. "Isa."

I walked over to him, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug and kissing me.

A blonde woman, who I hadn't seen before, looked at me with suspicion. "Who are you?"

Deckard pulled away from me and turned toward her. "Hattie, this is my wife, Isabella."

Hattie blinked in surprise. "Wife?"

I smiled and extended my hand. "Yes, wife. We got married. It's nice to meet you, Hattie."

Hattie looked at my hand for a moment, then shook it—her expression still stunned.

I turned back to Decks and asked, "So, what happened?"

Deckard smiled but with a touch of seriousness in his tone. "Brixton is back."

I wrapped my arm around his waist, trying not to let the weight of his past with Brixton show in my expression. I knew how much Decks hated that chapter of his life. I could feel Hattie's eyes on me, assessing me, probably wondering what kind of woman Deckard had married.

I smiled and said, "Babe, I wasn't here alone. Owen, step out. It's okay."

Owen groaned from behind the shadows. Hobbs said "Not you again."

"Hi, Hobbs. Good to see you again," Owen said, stepping into view with a grin on his face.

Owen walked over to Deckard and grinned mischievously. "Hello, brother. You've gotten older."

Deckard groaned. "And you're still Scarface."

Owen smirked. "Hey, Hattie, it's been a while."

"Owen," Hattie said with a hint of exasperation.

Owen hugged her, and she returned it, although a little awkwardly.

Owen turned to Deckard. "So, where are we going?"

Deckard glanced at me before answering. "Russia. Hattie did something stupid, and now we have to save her life."

Hattie stared at Deck, surprised. "Really, Deck?"

Deckard gave her a flat look. "Really."

He took a photo of me, Owen, and Hattie, and when Hattie asked, "Why is she coming?" Deckard's patience snapped.

"Brixton might try something, and I'm not losing my wife. And Hattie, watch your mouth," Deckard said firmly, looking directly at her.

I knew Deck would always be there for me, no matter what.

"We'll leave tomorrow," Deckard said, his tone final.

Owen grinned. "Great!"

Deckard turned to him, his voice stern. "If you piss me off, I'll send you back home. Got it?"

Owen raised his hands in mock surrender. "Got it, Deck. Chill out. I know you're going to be a dad."

Hobbs turned to me and smiled warmly. "Congratulations, Isa," he said, pulling me into a hug.

I smiled and hugged him back. "Thank you, Hobbs."

"You're pregnant?" Hobbs asked, his face lighting up with a grin.

I turned to Hattie and said, "Yes, with your nephews."

Hattie muttered something under her breath, but I didn't catch it—and honestly, I didn't care. I had more important things to worry about than my new sister-in-law acting like a child.

Author's Note:

Isa meets Hattie, and Deckard is getting sassy with Owen, which is honestly hilarious. This story is coming to an end, with just a few more chapters of Hobbs and Shaw before heading into Fast X. I really want to see Owen back in the Fast and Furious franchise or Hobbs and Shaw—his character needs more screen time!