Chapter 19

Katrina was already hauling Deckard's unconscious body up off the ground when two men that worked for her adoptive mother/mother-in-law got out of the driver's seats to help carry him as they opened the back of the ambulance.


"Let's go! Let's go!" Magdalena urged from where she sat as they threw him onto the stretcher and closed the doors behind them before the ambulance took off.


Katrina then wasted no time in ripping the tranquillizers Dom had shot Deckard with from his chest.


"That was way too real for my liking," she admitted, face still tearstained, mascara dripping down her cheeks as she relaxed next to the stretcher.


"Be glad it wasn't real. And you, my dear, are still an excellent actress," Magdalena praised as she readied the shot of adrenaline.


She brought down the needle and Deckard shot up bolt right from the gurney, the needle still stuck in his chest as he breathed heavy breaths.


"Jesus, mum! You were supposed to avoid the nerves," he groaned.


"Oh, shut up. Don't be such a baby," Magdalena retorted.


"Hey! You're ok. You're ok, Decks," Katrina calmed as she moved in the small space to sit on the edge of the gurney and take Deckard's face in her hands, Magdalena moving to sit down in the chair Katrina had been sitting in.


He pulled the needle from his chest, letting it clatter to the floor as he pulled Katrina into a hug.


"You alright?" he asked her as he pulled away, wiping at the tearstains on her face but they'd dried in place.


"You got shot and you're asking if I'm alright?" she chuckled.


"Are you?" he persisted as she smiled at him.


"I'm fine. And I'm almost positive that I broke at least three of Hobbs' bones in his foot, not to mention the numerous bruises I left on him when I made my exit."


Deckard pulled her into a kiss, a sweet kiss that was interrupted when Magdalena said, "Alright, now time for business."


"Toretto hold up his end of the deal?" Deckard asked as his hands still gripped Katrina's tightly.


"The necklace is in the room where he's being held, so you can track him. But, there has to be two of you."


"Kats and I can handle it," Deckard assured her as his wife checked his heart rate.


"No. I want you to take your brother."


"Owen's awake?" Katrina asked eagerly and Magdalena hummed a yes.


"He's awake and Toretto knows how to find him. He's got this thing, it can see everything, it's like, it's called the Devil's Bumhole or something."


Katrina laughed. "It's called the Gods Eye, Mum."


"Yeah well, whatever. Now Katrina can still go but, you're taking Owen with you."


"There's no way I'm using Owen, alright? He's a lost cause." Deckard finally spoke and Magdalena slapped him in the face.


"He's your brother Decks. He's my son. He's your family. And our family don't die in bloody cages," Magdalena began to sob. "How can you talk like that about Owen, I can't believe you! You've gone and upset me. You've really gone and upset your mother," Magdalena cried as Deckard rubbed his face with his hand, looking to Katrina who raised her hands in surrender, a silent message saying, 'you got yourself into this mess, I ain't a part of it.'


"Call yourself a brother, the way you talk about Owen like that," Magdalena continued as she covered her face with a white handkerchief.


"Ok Mum! Ok! Come here! I'll do it!" Deckard relented and Magdalena moved the white cloth from her face to reveal a smile and Deckard's face grew annoyed.


"Every time," he cursed as his wife laughed as she pecked his cheek. He really had a soft spot when it came to the women in his life.


"Alright, now that Decks is on board, who's ready to rescue our brother, save a baby and hijack a plane?"

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