𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 - 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚠

The Fight of our lives.

Owen's POV

I looked at Deck when he asked me to protect Isa and the baby. I nodded and pulled him into a hug. Our family was never big on hugs, but right then, it felt right. I could see it so clearly—how much Isabella had changed my brother. Deck had shut himself off from love for so long, built walls around himself, but now? Now he was completely in love. And it made me happy.

I walked over to where Hattie was standing.
"Hats," I said, "I'm glad I get to see you again. I know you're not exactly thrilled with the way the family turned out, but... You should know Mum was always proud of you. She kept every bit of news about you and pinned it to her wall."

I paused, running a hand over the back of my neck.
"I've done some bad things. I'm not gonna lie about that. But I'm still the same Owen who used to steal Dad's money to buy you candy."

Hattie stood there for a moment, then said softly, "I was wrong, Owen. Wrong about Deck, wrong about you and Mum. I followed what happened... I know what you did. But no matter what, I always thought about you. About our family." She glanced away. "I think I was jealous of Isabella. She loves Deck for who he is. I judged her too quickly, without giving her a chance."

I took a step closer to her. "Yeah, that wasn't your best moment," I said honestly. "Listen, Hat—Eteon came after Isabella. And she gave them the same answer  Deck gave them. She got shot. Badly. I haven't seen Deck that protective since we were kids. You should know, Isa sided with me and Deck after her brother threw me out of a plane. I've made my peace with the Toretto family. I might not like them, but I respect them. Because of their love for each other? It's not so different from ours."

Hattie wrapped her arms around me and whispered, "I love you, Owen."
"I love you, too," I said, hugging her back.

When we pulled apart, I grinned. "Stay alive, okay? I need to be the fun uncle."

Hats smiled. "Will do. But I'm the fun aunt. You'll be the one teaching the kid to shoot."

"You are not teaching my child to shoot," came Deck's voice behind us.

I turned to see him walking over.

"I'm going to get ready," I told them, starting to walk away. But before I left, I turned back to Hats with a smirk.
"Yes, I am."

She laughed, and I saw her smile as she turned to Deck.

I always knew Hattie and Deck were closer than me and Hattie. Still, I love my sister. I understood why she disowned us—because of the work we did. I just hoped it wasn't too late to be a family again.

Our childhood wasn't easy. We had a terrible father who used a belt on me and Deck more times than I could count. Not Hattie, though. Mum eventually kicked the bastard out—and not long after, he got himself killed. None of us cried over it.

And honestly? I don't think any of us ever missed him. He deserved the grave he got.

I got ready for battle and climbed up to a tower where I had a good vantage point. From there, I watched as Brixton and his men arrived. I saw Hobbs and his brother fighting off the Eteon soldiers, while Deckard created a ring of fire around Brixton and his men. I took out anyone who got too close to the main house. I caught glimpses of Deckard and Hattie fighting side by side, and Hobbs and his brothers working together, but I couldn't afford to focus on them for too long. 

I shot down every bastard that came too close, one after the other. They kept coming, wave after wave, and I didn't stop until I ran out of arrows. Typical. No time to swear about it. I climbed down, swiped a gun off a dead Eteon grunt—gloves still on—and kept firing.