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

Chapter 46

The horror crept in like a shadow, and Luke couldn't do a damn thing to stop it because there was no stopping what came next. All he could do was hug her, hold her, until Sam exhausted herself from crying and screaming, and reassure her that it wouldn't ever happen again. Little things set her off, made his daughter fall to pieces each and every time, and he couldn't fucking stop it.

But at least he was there, protecting her. Keeping Sam safe, because in the moments between the tears, she was happy.

Free.

Laughing as he got half stuck in the door of the chicken coop Elena kept out back with hens pecking at his shoes or perching on him. Giggling when Luke narrowly avoided hitting himself in the head with a cupboard door. Smiling the second he brought out lunch, a picnic rug, and told Sam they were going for a walk.

Just the two of them.

By the end of the day, Sam was too exhausted to cry anymore. The second her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light. No complaints, no resistance, which left him with four hours to fill until Luke forced himself to crawl into bed and sleep.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat himself next to Elena, stretching his legs out and relaxing on the porch. Marcus was asleep, the house was silent, and he had his partner by his side. Life was back to normal, or as normal as it could be right now.

Tomorrow, he'd ring his brothers, organize a car, and the two of them could meet Mateo and Jonah somewhere safe.

Two.

But there was three-

Luke lurched to his feet, almost throwing himself through the door as he walked inside. He hadn't given her a thought all day, hadn't checked on her or seen her for that matter. A lump lodged in his throat as his heart rate spiked; tension flooded Luke's body the second he shoved the door open and stepped inside. His gaze landed on the bed, then bounced off it, as if his brain didn't want to process what he was seeing.

Bloody sheets, bloody skin, torn and bloody clothes. Elizabeth sprawled on the bed, her throat and stomach-

"Dad?"

Sam.

Fuck. It was just a dream. A horrible, no good, messing with his head kind of dream. Luke's heart still raced in his chest as he blinked, finding himself face to face with his daughter. Apparently with a plate stacked with pancakes in her hands, a smile on her face, and what looked like an extra large glass secured in her lap. An extra large milkshake if the floating scoop of ice cream was any indication.

"Hey," he said, rubbing his eyes. "Baby, what time is it?"

"Eight thirty."

Oh. Good. Luke groaned, pushing himself up and tugging off his shirt. He was going to have to wash it later and start figuring some things out, like more clothes, firearms, and a car. They couldn't continue to stay here and put Elena or Marcus in danger. He'd been right about that much, dream or otherwise. The three of them needed to connect with his brothers, get out of town and disappear.

Get under the radar, get underground, before Cipher came looking for payback.

"You going to eat all that?"

"Yes," Sam said, grinning and holding her plate away from him. "Yours is in the oven."

That figured. No doubt Elena had cooked up a batch, knowing he'd wake up hungry. Shit, he always woke up hungry. "Alright. You enjoy your breakfast," said Luke, leaning over and kissing Sam on the top of her head. "Dad needs a shower. I'll see you later."