An Eye For An Eye (Fast & Furious | Hobbs/OFC)

Chapter 45

"Feel better, Sam?"

"Yeah." The kid sniffed and hugged Elena. A bath and some good food was apparently just what the ten year old ordered. "Thanks."

"Of course. What about you, Luke?"

"I'm good. Thank you for this. I—I don't know how I'm even going to repay you."

"And them?"

Luke glanced out on the porch, frowning at the sight of Elizabeth and Jakob sitting side by side. Her head rested against his shoulder, and his arm was around her waist. What the hell were those two thinking getting fucking cozy when the sole reason they were in this shit was them?

"They'll be fine," he said.

"No, they won't," Elena murmured. "Go take them a drink each. It's the least you can do."

"Woman, I ain't their babysitter."

"Actually, I think they're yours."

Luke snorted. That was singlehandedly the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. He didn't have babysitters, and he certainly had no need for any either. Luke was more than capable of looking after himself.

"Hobbs." A first aid kit was pressed into his hands, followed by two icy bottles of water and some sandwiches. "They took care of you. Now take care of them. Don't be the asshole I know you can be."

He opened his mouth to argue but not a goddamn word came out. When Elena was right, she was right. Luke sighed and walked out onto the porch, clearing his throat as the door shut behind him. "Hey, Elena made sandwiches, and there's water. Eat, drink, and clean yourself up. Don't argue with me today, Beth, alright?"

"Tell her thank you." Jakob took the water, kit, and food, and set it aside. "So what's your next move?"

"I'm calling Nobody in the morning. Keys are on the dash if you want to take the car and disappear before the Agency gets here."

"Sounds like a good idea." The asshole stood, turning to look at Luke. He held his hand out and Hobbs shook it without hesitation, then Jakob grabbed the two sandwiches and a water, and walked down the steps toward the SUV. "Think I might do that now."

Luke lowered himself down onto the porch steps and sat, leaning back on his hands. If Elizabeth cared about him being there, she didn't show it. Hell, Shaw didn't so much as move her head to look at him.

"If you want to leave, woman," Luke said, "now's the time."

"We made a deal, remember? The job isn't over yet while Cipher still has her money, and Sam isn't safe."

"I'm giving you an out."

"And I'm refusing it."

"Beth."

Shaw winced as she turned her hands over, exposing the untreated burns. Sweat and soot were smeared on her face, and her clothes ruined by the smoke. It probably hurt to breathe too when Luke thought about it. No doubt the air would've been hot enough to burn the inside of her mouth or throat while Elizabeth ran.

"All this," she said, "and I have nothing to show for it? Fuck that. I'm not walking away while Cipher still lives."

"Okay." Ignoring the departing SUV, Luke cracked open the bottle of water beside him and held it out. "Come on. At least have some or Elena will come out here and kick both our asses."

Elizabeth nodded and took the water, drinking one sip at a time. Her mouth was dry, lips too, and every swallow made it feel like a hundred wasps were stinging her throat over and over. "So...were you serious about calling that asshole?"