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As they walked into the one of their many underground safe houses, this one where they stashed their more valuable cars. Valerie made her way over to their bathroom to clean up the wound properly, whilst Deckard lead them to their computer system and the bar. Valerie then jogged up to them and slipped her hand into Deckard' leaning into him.
"Wow, look at all these. Somebody's overcompensating." Hobbs said sarcastically, looking at at their cars lined up and shined perfectly. Valerie smiled at her purple McLaren, which had been one of her favorite cars.
"If anything, we're undercompensating," Valerie mumbled, and Hattie chuckled. "And a teeny tiny one. Just your size." Hobbs chuckled, pointing at the smaller car that Valerie decided to keep after the job in Italy.
"Used it for a job over in Italy. Shame we didn't need a weightlifting bus driver. Woulda given you a call." Deckard said sarcastically, pulling over his wife to their computer system. Valerie knew exactly the person they were going to call for some help, a well known friend to Valerie. As she typed on their computers, Deckard came from behind her and put his hands on her hips, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"You gonna tell me about you're job you were on for several weeks?" Decks asked, placing a kiss on her cheek whilst she focused on typing in the computers. "What's their to say? I ditched it so I could help Hattie." Valerie lied, and Deckard sighed, obviously knowing his wife was lying.
"You're lying." She sighed and turned around. "What do you want me to say? That I left my husband for a stupid job that wasn't even worth my time. That I did the same thing you did in Italy? I left, I caused you pain, I went off the grid? Okay, because I know! I know what I did and I know it was shitty and stupid, but I did it for you."
Hobbs and Hattie looked over to see Valerie raise her voice and hold her side, clenching her jaw to avoid the pain. Hattie and Hobbs decided to walk away to leave the couple to their argument. "What did you do for me? Val, I don't need you to do things for me that put your life in danger." Deckard said, and Valerie looked away, but her lip to avoid looking at her husband.
"It was Brixton! I found out he was alive and looking for you, so I went on the job and lead him off of you and onto me. So I could kill him, and you would never have to go through the same pain you did when you killed him. I didn't want you to go through the same kind of pain I went through when you left me in Italy. I couldn't put you through that." Valerie explained, tears pooling her eyes as looked at her husband.
His face was blank and unrecognizable to her, she didn't know what he was thinking. "You knew?" His face morphed into disbelief and she blinked away tears, hating that face he was giving her.
