Isabella's POV

I was walking back from the store when I entered our place and called out, "Deck, I'm back!" I didn't hear a response, so I repeated myself, "Babe?" I made my way into the bedroom, and there he was, wearing nothing but his shorts. He turned around when he heard me, a smile lighting up his face.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you," he said, glancing toward the airport outside. I smiled and walked over to him.

"Well, I'm back. Did you have a good run?" I asked, my heart swelling at the sight of him.

He walked over to me, kissed my lips, and replied, "Yes."

"What did you get?" he asked, his voice warm as his hands found my waist.

I smiled, leaning into him. "Oh, I just ran down to the shop to fix the car. Plus, I like this job."

Deckard smiled and kissed me again. "I'm glad everything is going well."

Just as I was about to say something, my phone rang. I saw it was Mia, and I hesitated for a moment before answering. "Hey, Mia. How are you?"

"Isabella! Oh, thank god you're okay. I thought you were still in London," Mia's voice rushed through the line.

I looked at Deckard, his eyes narrowing with concern as he moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my wrist, grounding me.

"Yeah, I left London. Why?" I asked, my voice steady, though I had no idea where this conversation was going.

Mia took a deep breath. "Dom and Brian were there, and I think you need to know something. Brian and I are back together, and... I'm pregnant. I'm having a son—Jack."

My heart softened for her, but I couldn't let the emotion distract me. "That's great, Mia. So, why are you calling me?"

There was a long pause before Mia's voice grew serious. "Um... Isa, Letty is alive."

Her words hit me like a thunderclap, my knees weakening beneath me. Deckard tightened his grip on me, making sure I stayed steady.

"How is she alive?" I whispered, my voice shaky.

Mia answered, but it felt like a distant echo. "She survived the car crash. Dom needs help... He wants you to come to London and help him."

I couldn't believe it. It felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. "Mia, I'm not ready to go back to London, let alone face Dom. Remember, Dom tried to marry me off to his friend—the one I hate."

Mia's voice softened, almost pleading. "Dom explained it to me, Isa. He wanted you to be with his close friend, and after I supported him, I shouldn't have let you go."

I could feel the frustration building inside me. "Oh wow, Mia. Never let me go? I'm fucking older than you, remember? I thought you understood why I would never marry Vince. You helped me leave, and now I'm married to someone who loves me."

There was a brief silence before Mia responded. "I did help you, and now you owe me one. Please, go to London. Help Dom and stop Owen Shaw."

I pulled the phone away from my ear and glanced at Deckard. His expression was one of calm reassurance, but I could tell he was as frustrated as I was. "I can't believe this," I muttered, my voice low.

Deckard spoke up, his tone firm. "You don't owe them anything. They sent you away, and now your sister—the one you trusted above all—seems like she's acting as if your brother controls you."

I nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. "I'm sorry, Mia, my answer is no. And you know what happened, remember? I'm not the same person I was, and I'll remember this. If you and Dom hurt Owen Shaw, you'll regret crossing me."

I heard Mia's shaky breath on the other end, but I added, "This is goodbye, Mia. You know I thought we were sisters. I supported you for all those years, and now... I see who you really are. You're just like Dom."

There was no response. I ended the call right then, not wanting to hear anything else from my so-called family.

Deckard's POV

Isabella ended the call and smiled, looking at me with a mix of satisfaction and relief. "Wow, that felt awesome to tell them off. Hopefully, Dom gets the message that I'm not going to London, and I'm definitely not taking down my brother."

I couldn't help but grin. "I'm so proud of you, love." I kissed her forehead, my heart swelling with admiration for her strength.

Just as we were starting to relax, another phone rang—this time, it was Owen calling Isabella. I took her phone from her hand and placed it on the bed. "I'm not letting either of our families ruin our honeymoon," I said, my voice light but firm. She smiled up at me, her lips meeting mine in a brief kiss.

I picked her up, grinning, and said, "Well, I need to slow down. Want to join me?"

She smiled and nodded, and we spent the next hour enjoying each other in ways that had nothing to do with the outside world.

Isabella's POV

Afterward, Deckard and I got dressed and I asked, "So, what should we do for dinner?"

He smiled at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. "We can do takeout, or I can cook."

Deckard's cooking was incredible, so I said, "Let me check the kitchen." He followed me into the kitchen, watching as I opened the fridge.

"Okay, we have wine and cheese," I said, holding up the bottles.

Deckard smiled. "If you want white wine and cheese for dinner, then you're in luck."

I laughed. "Well, why don't you make pasta for dinner?"

He nodded. "I'll make pasta. You go to the market and buy the items we need."

I paused, looking at him. "Isn't that a bit much? You just came back from being out."

He waved it off. "Stay here and relax. I'll handle dinner."

I smiled. "Okay, I'll make brownies. And of course, chocolate."

He kissed me. "Yummy. I'll be back soon."

I smiled as he left. I didn't enjoy cooking, but I did know how to make a mean batch of brownies. As I baked, I picked up a book, Women of Troy, and read while the smell of brownies filled the kitchen.

When Deckard came back, he had prepared a delicious meal, and we enjoyed it together. Afterward, we went to bed, both content and full.

Then, in the quiet of the room, the phone rang again. "Deck, it's not mine. It's yours," I said softly.

He groaned, unraveling his arm from around me to pick up the phone. I kept my hand on his shoulder, sensing the tension in his body. I kissed his shoulder softly as he spoke, his voice low and serious.

"Deck, what happened?" I whispered, anxiety creeping into my chest.

He turned to me, his face dark with concern. "Your brother and his gang took out my brother. Owen's hurt, Isabella."

I gasped, my heart sinking. "WHAT? Is he going to be okay?"

Deckard's jaw clenched. "I don't know. I need to go."

I sat up, determined. "Wait, Decks. I'm coming with you. I warned Mia not to mess with me or you."

He shook his head. "Isabella, no. I can't do that to you. You know what I'm going to do."

I stood firm. "Yes, I know what you're going to do. But I'm coming with you. Plus, I know where Mia is. But Deckard, don't hurt Jack."

He nodded, his expression softening. "I won't. I know you love him." It was true—I did love my nephew, and I had even sent him a gift before.

"Deck, I'll send you everything, but I'm coming with you."

He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. "Okay, I love you so much."

I smiled back. "I love you too."

We walked out the door together, our bond stronger than ever.