𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 ᴰᵉᶜᵏᵃʳᵈ ˢʰᵃʷ

Chapter 2 *Edited*

I woke up from people talking and laughing. I slowly sat up from my bed but once I got up I felt an instant pain to my stomach. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a sports bra and a bandage was on my stomach. I swung my legs out of bed and I noticed I was wearing sweatpants not caring about putting a shirt on. My right arm was tattoed with a Samoan tattoo that I and Luke have matching. 

The first thing I could think of was Deckard. Why the hell was he in London and why did he show up out of nowhere? All I knew was that I was going to kick the shit out of Owen when I saw him next time. He just shot me out of nowhere when he could've driven away while I was distracted by Deckard.

I exited the room slowly just to try and ignore the pain in my stomach that was shooting through my body.

"Look who's up," I heard someone yell and I saw Roman start walking towards me. "Roman, if you got a smartass comment you better save it. I'm seriously not in the fucking mood." I growled and he shut up. "Well damn," He mumbled. "You okay?" Han asked but I sent a glare. "Dealt with worse," I said pointing to the huge scar on my side. I got the scar from taking a jump from a building and my whole side got ripped open from a fence that my skin got snagged on. It was a nasty situation, but nothing I couldn't handle.

"Do you know, Owen?" I heard someone say from behind me. I turned and saw Dom. I shook my head. "No, I don't know him." I lied through my teeth. Ever since I woke up I couldn't stop thinking about what happened with Deckard and Owen. The last thing I remember Deckard saying to me is to stay awake but he ran off when Luke showed up. Which only sparked more questions in my head.

"Then why did you let him get away?" He asked me. "Let him get away?" I asked with a cocked eyebrow and he nodded. "That's what you think I did? Listen here Dom, I'm the last person you wanna be pissing off at this moment. I'll beat you like a Cherokee drum. If we're accusing anyone of letting someone go, then explain why you let Letty go?" I growled and held a cold expression. He took a step towards me which was his first mistake.

I kicked the front of his knee making it go out from under him causing him to lose his balance. I roundhouse kicked him in the face making him fall to the ground. I hopped on top of him and fed a few punches into him seeing he couldn't do anything I got off him, ignoring the shot of pain in my stomach. 

"Come on Dominic Toretto! Let's see what all this "hype" is about!" I shouted and he got up slowly. I put my hands up ready to fight. He swung and I dodged and punching him in the liver making him grunt. "Gotta be faster, Dom," I said walking around him. "Dom. I'll deal with this." Gisele said and I shrugged. "Sure, if you want a beating," I said and Dom stepped away and let Gisele step in.

"Gisele Yashar, a girl who went to the military and that's why Dom hired you. Now, why did you leave the military?" I said trying to get in her head. She pulled back her arm and threw a punch but I ducked under it but didn't counter punch. "Was it because you wanted to be free?" I ask walking around her. She tried kicking me but I grabbed her leg. Sweeping her other leg, she slammed her on the ground. 

I continued walking around her. "Oh, right you worked with Braga. Same motherfucker that "killed" his wife." I said making air quotes when I said killed. "You going to fight?" She asked standing up making me smile. "All you had to do is ask," I said.

She took another swing and I ducked under and punched her in the stomach and punched her in the face making her stumble back. "Your footwork is sloppy," I told her and she just grunted and charges at me. I lean down and pick her up and run her into a pillar making her gasp for air from the impact of my shoulder smashing into her stomach. I dropped her and she stood there gasping for air as I punched her in the face, I backed away. 

"You're letting your emotion cloud your judgment," I told her and once she regained her breath she walked towards me. "Still want more? Are you trying to prove yourself to your boyfriend?" I ask keeping my eyes on her and pointing to Han. "Shut up," She growled sending a kick to my stomach. I grabbed her leg and swung it the other direction making her spin and have her back to me.

I got her in a rear-naked choke and squeezed as tight as possible. She dug her nails in my forearms trying to get out of the hold. I let myself fall on my back softly and I put my legs in the inside of her thighs, not allowing her to use her legs. I continued squeezing and I could feel her body losing strength and going to sleep.

"Your good at fighting, but not good enough to go against me," I say letting her go from the hold and getting up. She gasped for air while she grabbed her throat breathing heavily. I put my hand out for her to get up and she hesitated for a second but she took it and I helped her up.

"Analyze your targets before assuming you can take them. Owen Shaw is not someone you can just mess with. He's smart and cunning so you guys gotta step up your game." I explained, scanning the room until landing on Dom. 

"That goes for you too Dom. You might be the alpha here, but Owen is a different dog and you need to be ready for that." I announce to everyone. I turned to Gisele and put one hand on her shoulder. "Don't let the enemy get in your head. Think about winning and killing the son of a bitch you're facing." I tell her and she smiles lightly and nods.

I walk to my car and pop the hood inspecting the engine trying to occupy myself for a while.

"You researched us, didn't you?" Brian asked walking over to me and I nodded. "I needed to see who I was working with. You and Gisele are really the only people I know have experience with guns and such." I tell him and he nods and stares at the engine but looks back at me. "Were you trying to prove a point back there?" He asked softly and I shook my head. "I only defended myself because people I assumed I let a target go. I'll be honest with you O'Conner, I don't like your crew. Mainly that Roman Pearce who makes me want to punch him in the face every time I see him." I say and he chuckles and I felt a slight smile tug at my lips. "I just have been always good with working alone. I'm not used to...this" I say looking at the group talking.

"I know Owen from my past. I didn't let him go, but he did remember me." Any memory I had of Owen, has washed away the second he shot me. "But then again, he did shoot me. Which takes anything I have with him in the past, and destroys it completely. Our friendship is gone so now I can fully do what I was asked to do." I tell Brian still watching the group. "What's that?" He asks and I look up at him.

"To kill," I say softly.