𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 - 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚠

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Hattie's POV

Once I was ready, I searched for Deckard, Owen, and Isa. After my conversation with Hobbs, I felt a bit more at ease, but Deckard's words lingered in my mind. I realized that I had put my brothers, my sister-in-law, my nephew or niece—along with Hobbs and his daughter—in danger. I had also put myself at risk.

Along with this, a pang of jealousy crept up inside me for all that I had missed. Deckard was the only person I truly admired. My anger resurfaced when I thought about the day Deckard killed his team, especially since he was the one who had helped me get into MI6.

After betraying my friends and teammates, I had made the difficult decision to walk away from my family. I hated what they'd become. Now, with MI6 targeting me, I needed help from my brothers.

I noticed a door slightly ajar and peeked inside. I found Isa and Deckard asleep, wrapped in each other's arms. I watched for a while, taking in how in love they were. I knew I could trust Isabella, but part of me still wondered: Was she really a good person? What had she done to prove her loyalty to my family?

My family. It felt strange to refer to them as such ever since I walked away, ignoring my mother's calls and those from Owen and Deck. The anger and hurt crawled beneath my skin. I missed them so much.

I returned to my room and saw Owen snoring, while Hobbs slept on the floor, distanced from my brother. I closed my eyes, and sleep finally took over.

Isabella's POV

Soon, both Isabella and I woke up with black hoods over our faces. We stood still, knowing Brixton was falling into the trap and leading us straight to the machine.

Margarita's women removed the hoods, revealing our faces. I noticed Isabella's expression of quiet bravery, and I did my best to put on a similar air of confidence.

Brixton stepped forward. "How'd you find them?"

Brixton's men advanced, ready to take us in. Isa and I exchanged a glance with Brixton.

Margarita spoke, her voice cold. "You've heard of me. I'm good at my job."

Brixton sneered, "Was she alone? And Shaw's wife?"

Margarita responded with unwavering confidence. "Yeah." She locked eyes with Brixton, someone she had once called a friend.

"If you're lying to me," Brixton said with a chilling calm, "I'll cut your heart out. Understand?"

Margarita didn't flinch. "I'd be afraid if I had one," she replied.

Brixton glared at her, then turned and walked away.

They ushered us into the helicopter, and I sat next to Isa, separated by soundproof glass, so we could talk.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Isabella, why did you fall in love with my brother?"

She met my gaze and replied, "There are many reasons. One is that he saved my life. And I love the way he treats me. Our love developed slowly, but also quickly."

I hesitated, then asked, "Did he tell you he killed his team?"

Isa's eyes darkened for a moment, and she took a slow breath. "Yes. He told me what happened. He hated it. Eteon was behind it. Do you know the full story, or just what your boss told you?"

I shot her a hard look. "I trust my boss. I believe them. Why don't you tell me the full story?"

Isa's expression hardened. "Why would I? You won't believe it. You trust your boss more than your own family. You choose to believe the worst of Deckard, Owen, and even your mother and me. It seems like you actively look for reasons to dislike us because you resent what your family represents. Yet now, when you need our help, you come to us. But remember, this is Deckard's story to tell. And I won't help you."

I stared at her, silent. Isabella met my gaze with the same coldness. "Yeah, I thought so. Now, let's spend the rest of the ride in silence. You're just going to try to find something to irritate you, or interrogate me about my past—whether I killed someone or not. That's what you want, right? With your brothers not around to stop you, you think it's the perfect time. Well, I'm not stupid. I see right through your games, Harriet."

I nodded slowly, my lips pressing into a thin line. "You are truly a Shaw," I muttered.

Isabella glanced at me. "Thank you. And don't try it again, got it?"

I smirked. "Got it."

The rest of the ride was uneventful, and we eventually landed at the base. We were loaded into separate cars.

As we drove, Brixton's voice came over the comms: "Put Mrs. Shaw in a separate room."

I caught Isabella smirking. "You're truly scared of me, aren't you?"

Brixton nodded to his men, and they took Isabella away.

Brixton's POV

I walked with Hattie through the area, two of my men flanking us. Hattie glanced around, her eyes sharp as ever.

"Dismissed," I ordered, and the men stepped back.

I grabbed her arm firmly, making sure she understood. "You don't get it, do you? The weak deal with money; we deal with evolution—change that sometimes requires violence."

Hattie shot back, "Like killing innocent people with viruses?"

I smirked. "Only the weak ones. We're dealing with the future of the planet, things money can't buy."

She scoffed. "Oh, like your soul back?"

I tensed. "My soul? Your brother took my soul. The boys in the lab gave me a new one. Now that's progress."

I led her into a room and handed her over to one of my men. "Welcome to the extraction room, Miss Shaw. Get her ready."

As I turned, I saw Andreiko. His glasses were broken, and my heart twisted. The man had been useful once. Now, all I could see was the pain of our experiments.

Andreiko's voice was filled with sorrow. "It won't be long."

I couldn't help but wonder if Hobbs, Deckard, and Owen were already here, ready to make their move. I hoped they were. It was almost time to put the plan into action.

Author Note
I would love to explore more of Margarita's history with the Shaw family and Brixton. Was she an MI6 agent? Additionally, wouldn't it be amazing to have a solo movie focusing on Deckard Shaw and his family? We know Deckard, Owen, and Hattie's father was tough on them, using punishment for misbehavior.

Hattie's full name is Harriet "Hattie" Shaw. In this chapter, she attempts to interrogate Isabella, but Isabella is too clever to fall for her games. Hattie, despite her past betrayals, is conflicted, feeling both resentment and longing for her family. Isabella, on the other hand, is firm in her loyalty to her husband, Deckard.

Which perspective would you like to read more of next: Hattie, Isabella, Deckard, Owen, or Hobbs? Let me know in the comments!