{A Hobbs&Shaw Fiction}
When Hattie Shaw is framed for killing her team, Isabella Ford is thrown into the firing line. Growing up with the Shaw family was the best thing that could have happened to Isabella, yet along the good came the bad, and lots...
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"I thought you were dead," Isabella stated softly as she and Blake walked side by side ahead of the others. Hobbs decided that he wanted them to go back to check on his men first before Blake told his story in full. Therefore, they had a little trek along the dirt path back to the factory ahead of them.
"I know, I'm sorry, Belle, but I will explain everything," Blake promised, sending a sorrowful glance towards his little sister. As part of his role in the CIA, Blake had been on many undercover missions, but the Eteon task was by far the worst.
"Why are you walking like that?" He questioned, watching with furrowed brows as Isabella limped slightly, struggling to put all of her weight onto her left foot. Isabella winced as she looked down at her foot, "I think I sprained it on the landing. That's what I get for jumping out of a helicopter, I guess." She chuckled at the absurdity of it all.
"Do you want me to carry you?" Blake asked, to which Isabella assumed he was joking. However, before she could shake her head, she was swept off of her feet as he threw her over his shoulder.
Her shriek startled the four walking a distance behind them. Deckard's head shot up at the potential danger, only to feel his heartbeat decreased when he realised there was no threat.
"This is so strange, it's sweet, but it's strange. Do you think we can trust him?" Hattie glanced warily between her two brothers. Deckard seemed unsure, but Owen shrugged, "I don't know, but I do know that if I tried to pick you up, you would murder me."
Hattie rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't, we're close." She glanced at him in her peripheral, trying to work out if he agreed.
Owen smirked, "Well, in that case..." He lurched towards his sister, attempting to pick her up as she dodged out of the way quickly. "Don't you dare!"
In order to avoid Owen, she leapt on Deckard's back, surprising him to the extent that he stumbled forward a few steps, "Bloody hell, Hattie." But he steadied the pair of them nonetheless.
"So you'll trust him, but not me. I see how it is!" Owen faked a strop whilst Hobbs couldn't help but chuckle at the three of them. "To say that you're some of the most dangerous people on the planet, you all are childish."
"I dare you to say that to me when I'm not giving my sister a piggyback," Deckard warned aggressively, but his words didn't have the desired effect, and even he knew it. He wrinkled his nose, "Yep, actually, I hear it now."
***
After making it back to the house at long last, Luke was able to prise his mother away from ten minutes to allow the Shaws and Fords to have a debrief, something that was certainly needed after the years spent apart.
"I completely understand that you don't trust me right now, I'm sure I wouldn't either." Blake began, staring around dubiously at his sister and former best friends. Regardless of her uncertainty, Isabella couldn't help but reach across the table, grasping his hand reassuringly.
