"This is ridiculous," Katrina complained as she sat on the hood of Deckard's car in leggings and one of his sweaters, her feet bare. "Owen is my brother too, I still have every right to come after Toretto."

Deckard stopped stuffing grenades into his bag and moved towards Katrina, gently taking her face in his hands.

"Listen to me. I know you want after Toretto, but if you're there and he gets his hands on you, he knows I'll do anything to get you back safe, anything. So please, I need you to help Jakande get Ramsey. You still get another go at Toretto's team, just give me Toretto, ok?"

Katrina placed her hands over Deckard's before they became intertwined and she sighed.

"Ok Decks, Toretto is yours."

"Thank you," he said as he kissed her forehead. "I'll be fine. I've got the tracker, so you'll always be able to find me ok? They won't be able to find it with how tiny it is, so I'll be alright."

"I'm holding you to that," Katrina said, voice soft and worried as she pulled Deckard into a long kiss before wrapping her arms around him, almost as if this was goodbye.