Mr and Mrs Shaw (rewrite)

Chapter 15

Katrina hated fish. She'd never been a seafood person and after being stuck inside a fucking truck full of dead fish, she was never going to like fish again.

the whole reason for that was to stay off the grid because even though Katrina had done her little magic trick so that God's Eye wouldn't find them, it didn't mean that they trusted that it worked. Hence the fish truck.

Safe to say that the second the door opened, she was pushing Roman and Tej out of the way as she coughed. But she wasn't really breathing in any fresh air since they arrived in a fish shop.

"Oh god!" she groaned as she braced her hands on her knees and doubled over.

"Baby, you good?" Deckard asked, instantly behind her with a hand on her back.

"I will be once I get out of this fucking fish morgue. I swear if you ever take me for fish Deckard Shaw–"

"Please, as if I'd ever take you for fish. My wife's a woman who loves her steak," he said as he brought her head to his neck to try and block the smell.

"Damn straight," she agreed as her hand slid down to his ass.

The others disembarked and no surprise, Roman was the first to complain. "Listen, man, before I throw up in my mouth, let me ask you, what are we doing here?"

"That's a good question, Roman," Little Nobody said as he led everyone to the back of the fish shop. The blood and guts were spattered everywhere as ice preserved the dead fish bodies to be gutted, packaged and sold. "Let me show you."

And the walls slid open to reveal a massive warehouse behind it. A warehouse that was filled floor to ceiling with cars. Cars of every colour and make and model from every year. It was like heaven.

"Holy shit," Katrina cursed as she was suddenly cured of her nausea.

"Welcome to our new base of operations," Little Nobody welcomed.

"No, seriously. What is this place?" Letty asked in awe.

"This is heaven," Tej said.

"It's the agency garage. They call it the Toy Shop," Hobbs explained and into heaven they went.

"This is where we store every vehicle taken from drug dealers on the East Coast," Little Nobody continued as they walked past cars, Formula 1 race cars and even helicopters. "Now, Mr. Nobody said that if we're gonna have a chance at catching Dom, we're going to have to be damn fast. Figured this would help."

"This is better than Italy," Deckard said as he leaned towards his wife.

"You got that right, Decks," she agreed as they split up, each drawn to their own cars. Deckard checked out an army vehicle before heading over to the supercars.

Katrina was walking around with a smile on her face, completely understanding why they called it the Toy Shop. Ferraris, Aston Martins, McLarens, Bentleys, every kind of car was there.

Her hand jumped out to grab the nearest worker. "Hey, you!"

"What?!" he exclaimed as Katrina held him by his shirt.

"That- that car up there! Is that car what I think it is?!" she asked. She was biting her bottom lip to try and contain her excitement as the man checked his clipboard.

"It's a – it's a Porsche 918 Spyder in the colour iced grape."

"No. No. Do you know what that car is? That car is mine," she beamed as she headed for it.

"Uh, we can bring it down to you?" he offered.

"Don't bother," she grinned as Katrina began scaling the scaffolding that all the cars were kept on. Three levels of cars she climbed to the top to admire the car that was painted deep purple.