Isabella's POV

I changed into a pair of pants and a nice shirt, a small smile tugging at my lips as I thought about London. I missed it—missed my life there.

Stepping out of the room, I couldn't help but smile at Deckard. He was cooking without a shirt on. Oh my God. I walked over to him, kissed his neck, and he smiled with obvious enjoyment. He turned around, kissed me back, and then went back to his cooking.

I breathed in his scent—his cologne. It was the same scent he wore on our wedding day. Dior Homme. Classic. I loved it.

"You love smelling me, don't you?" Deckard said with a teasing grin.

I smiled, inhaling deeply. "Yes, I love it."

Deckard reached up, pulling my hair back gently before pulling me in for another kiss. As we pulled away, he asked, "Ready for dinner?"

I smiled, "Of course. I love your cooking."

And that was the truth. I loved his food. I could cook too, but I didn't really enjoy it.

We sat down and ate in silence for a while. I could feel Deckard's eyes on me as I looked up, catching his smirk. I knew what was coming, and I couldn't help but feel a little excited. We had a plan, and I was all in.

Before we could continue, the door opened, and a bunch of men in armor, including my annoying brother, Brian, and Mr. Nobody, walked in.

Brian said, "I hope you're enjoying your last meal."

Deckard calmly put down his cutlery. I groaned, not wanting to deal with this drama. "Our last meal? Really? What about yours?"

Deckard gently placed a hand on my arm, silently telling me to stay calm.

"This is it? This is all you want, a dozen men?" Deckard said, his voice cool.

Sheppard, one of the men with them, spoke up. "I think you'll find it's more than enough."

Deckard smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a grenade, placing it on the table.

I sighed. "Great."

Dom walked over, looking determined. "I'm ready to meet my maker. Are you?"

Deckard gave him a sarcastic smirk. "What are you expecting, Toretto? Catch me off guard? You think Isa and I are just standing here, waving a white flag?" He paused for effect. "Have you ever heard the saying, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'?"

Dom, in his typical fashion, gave the worst comeback ever: "I don't have friends. I got family."

Deckard, however, had a much better one. "Well, Isa and I have a lot of friends."

I couldn't help but smirk as I pulled out my gun. "Nice try, Dom, but you can't out-think us. I know you, and your moves are so obvious."

Suddenly, the lights went out, and Deckard quickly pulled me out of the line of fire.

"Deck," I said, "I can handle myself."

"I know you can," he replied, "but—"

I cut him off, "Don't treat me like a doll that can break."

He looked down, and I could see the guilt in his eyes. But before he could say anything, a man came toward him. I reached over his shoulder and fired, taking the guy down in one shot.

"Watch your back," Deckard warned, turning just in time to catch the incoming danger.

I stayed mostly out of the way, but I couldn't help feeling a surge of adrenaline. Deckard threw another grenade at Dom and his gang, taking out a few more of them.

I muttered, "Shit."

Jakande, one of the men from the other side, turned to us, but we didn't stick around. We quickly made our way out, heading to somewhere safe.

In the Car 

I was still furious. I didn't like the way Deckard treated me like I was someone who needed saving. It made me feel... weak, and I hated that feeling.

Deckard glanced at me, his voice soft. "Isa, I'm sorry. I shouldn't treat you like you're a doll. I want to keep you safe."

I smiled faintly, turning in my seat to face him. "Deck, it's true. I'm not the best at fighting, or that whole action stuff. I'm more into hacking and tech. But I can learn. I promise I won't need you to baby me until later."

He smiled, taking my hand in his. "I promise I won't, but I will teach you to fight better than Dom."

I smiled back, reaching over to kiss him on the lips. "Deal."

I pulled away, whispering in his ear, "Deck, keep your eye on the road."

He smirked, clearly torn between kissing me again and driving. "Babe, I am. But I want to kiss you so bad."

I laughed. "You'll have to wait for that."

His phone buzzed, and I glanced at it, frowning. "Great. Looks like we're heading to LA. My brother and his little gang are there."

Deckard simply smiled, unfazed. I raised an eyebrow. "You know I hate LA, right?"

He just smirked back at me, not saying a word. We both knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but at least we had each other.

Author's note 

Sorry for the late update, everyone! I'm nearing the end of my semester at school, and it's been a lot of work. I promise to update more once school ends!

I love adding ups and downs to Isabella's relationship with Deckard. They argue, but they also make up, showing what a real relationship looks like.

Also, I wanted to take a moment to express my support for The Rock leaving Fast & Furious. The way Vin Diesel begged him to come back was childish, and using Paul Walker's name in the process is just wrong. Respect for Paul's family and his daughter should be a priority. Yes, Paul and Vin were friends, but it's not okay to exploit someone's death like that.

I'll miss The Rock as Luke Hobbs, but I'm still excited for Hobbs & Shaw 2. And yes, I've checked the website, so I know it's happening!

Lastly, who's excited for Isabella to become more of a badass, like a Black Widow or something? I think she's got it in her.