𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 - 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚠

Margarita has an exceptional taste in weapons.

Isabella's POV

I've decided that I will never fly again during my pregnancy. As we walked out, Hattie asked, "Are you sure you know where you're going?"

I turned to her and replied, "I know Russia like the back of my hand. Besides, do you know where her home is? No, you don't. So why don't you keep quiet?"

Owen and Deckard both smirked, especially Deckard. Hattie opened her mouth to respond, but Deckard shot her a look that clearly said he wasn't in the mood for her nonsense.

As we continued walking, Deckard placed a hand on my back and asked, "How are the boys in there?"

I let out a groan and replied, "They're kicking, but they're okay. They want you to kiss me, though."

Deckard smiled. "Do they? Well, I better listen to them." He leaned in and kissed me on the lips, his hands resting gently on my belly.

We walked toward the car that Margarita left for us, and I said, "Deck, can you drive? I need to sleep."

Hattie scoffed, "You were just asleep."

I turned around and snapped, "I'm carrying twins, Hattie. I've had enough of your attitude. I don't need this from someone who didn't even know her own brother was set up and who cut off her entire family because of it. Deck talks about you all the time and how much he misses you, but you'd probably turn him in. You need to accept that your brother is married and about to be a father. I understand that finding out you have a sister-in-law is shocking; I went through something similar with my own family."

I paused for a moment, trying to calm my nerves. "I was sent away, and my brother and I weren't close at all. I pursued a relationship with Deck because I love him and Owen. I want a family connection, and I would love to have a sister to get along with. I hoped that would be you, but I see how rude you're being right now. The reason I haven't just walked away and gone home is because I love my husband."

I looked at Hattie, my voice hardening. "So if you can't accept my help and deal with this like an adult, we'll just leave you here to fix the mess you created."

Hattie looked at Deck and Owen, hoping for their support. However, Deckard replied, "Hattie, you can't just come back into my life and expect me to be okay with you treating my wife poorly. This won't work. Until you understand what happened, I can't help you. And even if I told you, you probably wouldn't believe me. I'll help you save yourself because you are my sister, and I love you, but I love my wife more."

Owen chimed in, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Deckard. Hattie, we love you and miss you a lot. I know you don't like what we do for a living, and that's okay, but we're all here to help each other. Isa is the smartest among us, and I trust her and Deckard."

Hobbs nodded, and we all got into the car while Deck drove us to Margarita's house. The car ride was quiet; Hobbs sat next to Hattie, while Owen sat on the other side. As we approached our destination, Hobbs remarked, "Ah, your friend is a Russian mobster."

Deck replied, "No, she steals from Russian mobsters. She steals from everyone; it's her thing."

Once we got out of the car and walked up to the entrance, I added, "And she knows how to get us everything we need—and more." Owen smiled and said, "I wonder if she'll kiss me again." I looked at him and replied, "Um, maybe. You know she likes you."

Owen smiled and walked up to see Margarita, who greeted him with, "Owen Shaw."

Owen responded, "Margarita."

Margarita leaned in and kissed him lovingly before turning to me. "Bella, how are you? You look amazing! Oh, hey, Deckard!"

I replied, "Hi, Margarita." She walked over, gave me a hug, and said, "You look amazing."