Mr and Mrs Shaw (rewrite)

Chapter 7

Katrina often said that if her husband wasn't wanted in almost every country on earth, he'd be a chef. And that was proved by the magnificently perfect steak that he made for her. The steak, the gravy, the garlic bread and even the steamed veggies were so perfect that she would die happily after she finished eating. Not to mention that it went perfectly with the ridiculously expensive red wine that he'd paired it with. Where he had time to perfect these cooking skills, she didn't know, but she was so thankful he did.

She and Deckard were sitting next to each other at a table in the darkness of the automated factory they agreed to meet in. Her legs were in his lap, a hand on her calf as he fed her bites of steak, addicted to the little moan she made with every bite.

Frank, Toretto and Brian expected them to be ready to surrender, to be ready to fight back, they definitely didn't expect to interrupt their dinner.

They were all armed, along with the squad of soldiers they brought as they arrogantly lowered their weapons, seeing that the couple was unarmed.

"I hope you're enjoying your last meal," Brian said as he stood close to Dom.

Katrina's blue eyes were dark as they narrowed on him. "I was until you showed up." Then they turned to Mr Nobody. "I'm rather annoyed, Franky," Katrina said as she leaned back in her chair, her legs still in Deckard's lap. Nobody's eyebrows rose.

"This is it? This is all we warrant? A dozen men?" Deckard said as he gestured to the small number of soldiers they had with them, enough to fit into the four SUVs they drove here. The plan that they heard all thanks to the microphone on Toretto's necklace.

"A dozen pathetic soldiers to take on the both of us. Suicide considering just one of us took out twenty trained British assassins," Katrina remarked as she slid her fork into her mouth. She could feel the eyes on her as her lips closed around the utensil and she slid the steak off it.

Deckard had set down his cutlery as a soldier replied, "I think you'll find it's more than enough."

Katrina glimpsed the tablet that he balanced in his arms as he aimed his gun. The tablet with the God's Eye drive sticking out of it.

Deckard had been right, let them do the heavy lifting. Not that she'd ever tell him that he was right.

"Darling," Deckard said as he picked up her napkin off her lap and she leaned forward to let him wipe her mouth. Her teeth gripped onto the thing piece of metal as she pulled the pin from the grenade hidden inside the white cloth.

She spat it out as Deckard placed it on the table, the guns pointed back in their direction. He kept a firm grip on the lever, keeping it from exploding as Toretto stepped forward.

"I'm ready to meet my maker. Are you?" he asked, his necklace bouncing on his vest-covered chest. His gun was also at his side rather than at the ready.

"Is this what you expected Toretto? Catch us off guard? Standing here waving a white flag?" Deckard asked before Katrina took her legs off his lap and slowly got to her feet, a gorgeous smile on her lips as the guns moved with her.

"Toretto, have you ever heard the saying, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'?" she asked in a deadly sweet tone.

"I don't have friends. I got family," Toretto replied as the soldiers began to grow wary, scanning their surroundings.

"Well, not only do we have family," Deckard began as he glanced at his wife.

"We've got a lot of friends," Katrina finished before the lights were cut and a door exploded, and Mose Jakande and his crew walked in, red laser pointers alight as they opened fire.