It was Brian that recovered first, and he started frantically checking to see if Mia was okay—which she was. Rome was quick after his best friend to rise to his feet and start shouting questions.
"What the hell was that?! I thought we were done with the explosions after that shit with you, Shaw!"
"I'm going to check the perimeter," Shade announced while crawling out from under Deckard. Her gun remained at the ready as she headed to the front yard, and she hardly blinked when taking in the sight of her once-beautiful Lykan Hypersport blown to smithereens in the road. There were more important things to worry about, like how Jakande got that bomb there in the first place.
Meanwhile, Deckard righted himself by standing. He had to crack his neck in either direction since the blast had left it sitting uncomfortably. "This is some bastard left over from that, Pearce," he informed them. "I made a deal that I didn't follow through with, and now he's angry. I didn't expect him to respond quite like this, but I guess he couldn't find us when we were actually hiding."
"What's going on, Shaw?" Dom asked calmly.
"Nothing for you to worry about, mate. Shade and I can handle it ourselves."
"Bullshit. That's my sister we're talking about, and that makes you family, too. You don't abandon family, especially in situations like this. Tell us what's going on; we'll get you out."
Deckard scoffed. "Do you really think a bunch of street racers can help deal with a terrorist with an army at his beck and call? What the bloody hell have you been smoking?"
"Deckard, he's not going to leave it alone until you let him help," Mia informed him upon finally reassuring Brian to his satisfaction.
Shade returned to the back yard to find Dom and Deckard trying to stare one another down. It was an interesting picture for her. Both men were strong, no doubt, and Dom was bigger, but Shade knew that the muscles hidden by her lover's clothes were far more defined than her brother's. It wouldn't be shocking if Deckard truly could win in a fight against the bigger man.
"Guys," she spoke up, "what's this pissing match about?"
"Was there anything to report?" Shaw asked, not looking away from his target.
"No. The explosive was obviously rigged in my car since it's completely obliterated, and no one was in the vicinity when it exploded—enemy or otherwise. I assume he had a remote, long-distance detonator. Now, what is going on?"
"Dom wants to help you guys out of this mess, and your boy is insisting that you guys can handle it," Tej explained, looking rather entertained by the conflict between the two.
That caused her to sigh. "Deckard, he's as stubborn as me; he won't let this go. Besides, they're the best drivers in the world outside of me," she winked at her brother with that. "They could be useful."
"This isn't going to be the kind of fight they're used to, Shade."
"We learn fast," Brian assured him. "And that's what we have Hobbs for."
Deckard finally relented with a nod.
"Brian, call him," Dom ordered. "We've got a job to do."
"Just promise me that you'll all be safe," Mia pleaded. "We promised, no more funerals. I don't know if this family can take any more."
Brian leaned over to kiss her sweetly. "I promise, Mia." After leaning away, he pulled out his phone to make the requested call. "Hobbs? . . . Yeah, we were here when that explosion happened, still are actually . . . We've got a situation, and we're going to need your help."