Chapter 42

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 Katrina's car had been set with extra reinforcements, as well as extra padding on the doors and steering wheel, not to mention the seatbelt so it wouldn't put a strain on her stomach if it pulled. They'd even cushioned the roof above her head so that if she was to hit it, the blow would be softened.

She felt smothered but also safe, safe for her baby as she heard Hobbs and his family chanting in Samoan before he set off the signal and a car was sent into the air as a bomb was detonated beneath it.

Katrina and Deckard then drove, their cars boxing in Eteon with a line of fire as they set the kill box alight, all the Samoans cheering for them as they went to war.

While their guns were down, Katrina then drove through the men stuck outside the kill box, ploughing over them and fertilizing the ground with blood as she laughed.

In addition to her precautions, her car had also been fitted with a sharpened steel pole attached to the bonnet that hid her reinforced chassis. A spearpoint pole that she speared the soldiers on before breaking and having them all slide off, the pole slippery with blood.

She pressed a hand to her stomach as she said, "When you're growing up, you are not going to find murder fun, that's a promise."

The sun had risen now and despite Katrina's fun, her heart had stopped when the shed Hattie was supposed to be hiding out in went up in flames.

But she had to stick to the plan.

She had to take out as many of these guys as possible before the guns came back online.

But Katrina slammed onto the breaks when she heard Deckard's voice call out for Hobbs over the fighting.

And she turned to see Brixton pulling Hattie into a helicopter.

Hobbs and Shaw were off in Shaw's car, fitted with a chain reel, while Katrina gathered Jonah and the rest of the boys, Jonah reminding her that she was only to help if they absolutely needed it, having been told by his mama to look out for her because of her condition.

She nodded as she led them after Hobbs and Shaw, the boys whooping and cheering in the trucks behind her bringing a smile to her face despite the circumstances, and she shifted gears as she floored her car.

"Come on baby, what do you say we go help daddy and rescue Aunt Hats?" 

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