Chapter 1

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Katrina loved not being able to breathe. It was an exquisitely pleasurable feeling when Deckard kissed her so hard she didn't have a chance to take in air. Not to mention the fact they were making out in the office of a DSS agent – a bounty hunter for international criminals with diplomatic immunity – added a level of danger to it that set her skin on fire.

Her hands gripped Deckard's face while her back arched, pulling him more over the table. His fingers tugged at her hair as one hand stayed on her back and the other curved around her ass and to her hip.

The stubble of his beard tickled her face, a sensation that she could never get sick of. Actually, she could never get sick of this. Owen had once asked her if she'd settled for Deckard but that couldn't be further from the truth. He'd always been the older, darker and broodier Shaw brother. He'd always commanded her attention when she walked into a room. Contrastingly, Deckard had never seen anyone as beautiful as she was. Whether it was waking up in the morning, attending a formal engagement, or being sprayed with the blood of her enemies.

Someone cleared their throat as they walked into the glass office, the room dark as the heat between the couple died down somewhat.

"We'll be right with you. Just give us a second," Katrina panted as she pulled away from Deckard and slipped off the table, brushing her hair back with her hands. She approached the computer on the adjacent desk, leaning down before it as the screen lit up her face, making her look like a deadly divine deity.

"I don't know what the hell kind of IT guys you think you are – but you better start talking before I break that pretty face of yours," Hobbs threatened, well aware that his gun was in his holster right behind where the woman now stood.

"Decks," she said in warning, and Hobbs' eyes moved to where the man still stood in front of Katrina, his hands in fists and anger in his eyes.

"Agent Hobbs, is it?" Deckard asked, his voice raspy with anger.

"That's right. I'm also the last man on earth whose computer you want to be hacking into. You two just earned yourselves a dance with the devil. You're under arrest."

Katarina laughed at his arrogance while Deckard's face just remained cold.

"Like we said, we're here for the team that crippled our brother," he retorted.

Hobbs began shaking his head. "There ain't no goddam team. It was just one man. And he's standing right in front of you."

Katrina scoffed. "I will never understand men's incessant need to be better than one another. Never understood it when you and O fought, and I don't understand it now." The computer beeped as she pulled out a silver flash drive. "Download is complete," she announced as she tucked the device into the breast pocket inside her coat. Her arm snaked around Deckard's shoulder as he turned his head toward her so she could kiss his cheek. "Have fun, Decks."

When she let go of him, Deckard turned all his attention on Hobbs. "The lady was right," he said, referring to Hobbs's partner that he'd just walked out. "You are a terrible liar."

His foot struck out, the desk he was just using to pass time and pleasure his wife as the computer downloaded the information they needed, and flipped onto its side. Hobbs stumbled back before Deckard vaulted over the desk, his leg now sending the larger man flying through the glass walls of his office.

He was on his feet rather quickly, but still not quick enough to block or evade the series of punches Deckard sent his way. The man may have been taller and packed with more muscle than her husband, but Katrina had seen him take on worse before. It was why she felt comfortable leaving him here as a distraction as she strutted out of the office. As the doors of her elevator closed, the sound of glass breaking and bullets firing growing softer, the doors of the elevator next to hers opened. Hobb's partner, Elena, just missed Katrina as she ran to help him.

She'd just made it outside, the cool night air kissing her skin and soothing her swollen lips. She hardly made it two steps down the street before she ducked as the floor above her exploded.

The street shook as the sky lit up with fire and glass rained down on the road. Yet, the broken windows weren't the only things to fall from the sky. Hobbs came crashing onto the top of a black SUV, and Elena held in his arms as he took most of the impact. They'd gone flying out the window to avoid the deadly weapon.

Elena groaned awake, but it was Hobbs who could barely move. He wasn't dead, unfortunately, but he felt pretty damn close to it as Elena screamed his name.

As Katrina straightened her spine to survey her husband's handiwork. "Hmm," she hummed. "Well, there's something you don't see every day."

She continued on her trek over to a purple BMW that was waiting for them as she whipped out her phone and began typing away. She had a flight to book and a package to send.

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