𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 - 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚠

Time to bring hell to Brixton

Deckard's POV

After Hobbs's brother finally caved—mostly because their mother tore into him like only a mother can—we split up. Hattie went with Hobbs, and I found myself paired off with Isabella.

It didn't take long before the heat started pressing in. The sun here wasn't polite. It didn't just shine, it scorched. And black jeans and boots? Bloody hell.

I ran a hand down the back of my neck, sweat already clinging. "Christ, it's like walking through a furnace."

Sefina—Hobbs's mum—caught sight of me, then Isabella. Her sharp eyes softened the second they landed on Isa's growing belly. She didn't say much, just nodded to us and motioned us inside.

"You two are going to melt in that nonsense," she said, voice firm but kind. "Come with me."

She handed over summer clothes—loose cotton, light colours. Dress for Isabella. Shirt and cargo pants for me. Not my usual style, but I wasn't about to argue with the sweat soaking through my back. There were even clothes for the others—Hattie, Owen, and Hobbs. A tiny tank top for Hobbs that made me smirk.

Sefina handed Isabella some extras. "Give these to your brother, sister, and Luke when you're done."

"Sure thing, Miss Hobbs," I said.

She laughed softly. "Call me Sefina, dear boy."

I nodded. "Alright then, Sefina."

She stepped out to give us privacy. I turned as Isabella changed, catching a glimpse of her bump under the new top. Five months along now. Every time I saw it—proof of the life we'd made together—something in me shifted. The armour cracked a little more.

She winced, hand moving to her waistband. I was beside her in a heartbeat.

"You alright?"

"Just sore," she said with a soft smile. "And hot."

"You don't have to pretend with me, love. If you're tired, say it. You rest, no questions."

She tilted her head, that spark in her eyes. "Deckard Shaw, getting soft on me?"

I smirked, brushing hair off her damp forehead. "Only for you."

I kissed her temple and led her outside to a shaded bench. Sefina reappeared with a cold drink and a warm hand on Isa's shoulder, like she'd known her forever.

I stood nearby, arms crossed, always scanning. But my eyes kept drifting back to Isa—the way she finally let herself exhale. Her hand rested protectively over her stomach. That tiny bump reminded me of what we were really fighting for.

I crouched beside her, one hand on her knee, the other brushing her belly.

"You tell me if anything feels off, yeah? You and the little ones come first."

She met my eyes. "You're going to be a great dad."

I didn't say anything. Just kissed her—slow, certain. A promise.

"I'll protect both of you," I said. "Whatever it takes."

The mission tugged at the back of my mind—logistics, timing, risk—but now there was something stronger. Love. The kind that roots itself deep and refuses to break.

"I've got to check in on Hattie and Owen," I murmured. "Make sure she hasn't gone full Hulk yet."

Isa grinned. "I'll be right here. I'll start planning."

"Don't overdo it."

"I won't."

With one last look, I headed off. Found Owen, tossed him the clothes. "Hurry up, Scarface."