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Chapter 25

Eve hopped on her Triumph and took off out of their hideout. She knew where the local races were held and sped off after Letty, knowing she would go to them. Every now and again, the pair of them would go to the races and just watch. It was relaxing to them, familiar, to be surrounded by the noise. Even the skanks didn't bother Eve as much. Unlike Han, Owen never looked at another woman. True, the man wasn't a romantic but he was loyal. Well, he was loyal to her at the very least. Letty felt like racing so Eve stood on the sidelines and watched in amusement as Letty kicked ass. That woman was a hell of a racer. Sure, she up-shifted early which caused her to lose traction and made the back end shift out, but she was still one of the best racers Eve had ever seen. After collecting the cash owed to her, Letty leaned against the hood of her Interceptor beside Eve.

"Back when we first met," she began, crossing her arms, "you said you'd been to my funeral."

"Yeah. In a manner of speaking," she laughed. At Letty confused look, she explained, "I was back in the country under FBI surveillance as part of a deal to help bring down this cartel guy, Braga. So I was at your funeral, just a couple...hundred feet away. Give or take." Eve chuckled again and Letty couldn't help but shake her head in amusement. Seeing the questions about to spill out, Eve told her, "You'd been running with Brian, our mutual friend, trying to get yours and Dom's names cleared so you could come home. But shit went down and you died, or so we thought. Brian called me in and we got together with Dom, set shit right."

"Me and this Dom guy, we were close?" she asked curiously.

"Understatement," Eve answered with a grin. "Your death destroyed him. Dom is all about family and matters of family are sacred. Losing you though?" She shook her head and sighed. "I don't know, he just snapped and went completely off the reservation. He was a one man war machine. Once your killer was dead, he went back to normal. Like he just flipped a switch or something."

"Sounds...epic."

"I don't think there's a better word to describe you two." Looking over at Letty, she saw the woman duck her head and smile. Biting her lip, Eve looked around the racers and stated, "You can walk away from this at any time, Letty." The other woman whipped her head around to stare at her, stunned and confused. "I won't judge you and I'll even keep Owen off your back. Go find Dom," she advised. "Be with him and be safe."

"I don't know him!" she argued, staring at the blonde as if she were insane.

"Doesn't matter. That man has killed for you, Letty, and he will gladly do it again. I'm just asking you to save some lives here." Letty pursed her lips and look away, staring out at the dancing crowd. Eve squeezed the other woman's shoulder and told her, "Owen may not care about this team, but I know you do. So save them."

Accusingly, she questioned, "Why don't you do it?"

"Because I have to stay. I don't have a choice." Which was partially true. Eve had to stay to keep informing on Owen to the FBI, whenever she could, or she'd go to prison. But she didn't really want to leave either. Owen was fun and the sex was spectacular but with Brian and the others being in town, she wasn't so sure how much longer the fun would last. Hell, she'd already killed for them.

"Then I'm staying, too," Letty told her. Eve went to argue with her but Letty cut her off. "You said that Dom is a family man. You apart of that family?"

Sighing, she nodded reluctantly and answered, "Yeah."

"I may not remember anything, but I do know you don't abandon your family. I'm not gonna leave you here alone," she stated firmly. "We either go together or we stay together, that's the deal." Eve cocked her head and nodded slowly.

"I guess we're staying then," she surmised.

Letty spotted the other driver she had beaten earlier that night and walked over to him. Eve pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, watching in amusement as the guy reluctantly passed over his cash. He tried to walk away until Letty grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Eve laughed as the guy passed her his keys and hopped off the hood of the Interceptor, joining Letty as they checked out the new merchandize she'd won. It was a Spyker C8, a two-door scissor style convertible. Normally, it was a machine that could top out at 186 mph but, given that a racer owned it, Eve was willing to bet it had all sorts of modifications. Letty slammed the door down as Eve shut the hood, passing Eve the keys to it as she head to her Interceptor. Eve pulled out her cell and turned it on, ignoring the various messages from Bilkins, and called up Denlinger, telling him they had a new car that needed to be towed in to base. He assured her he'd be there in ten and the call ended at that. Eve looked back at her cell and quickly read through all the texts from Bilkins; some were recent, others were months old. She had a number of voice mails as well, considering her inbox was full. Eve dialed the number and held the phone to her ear. Voice mail, thank goodness for small favors.

"It's me. Shaw got the database, as I'm sure you already know. Sorry about the lack of communication, but our next hit is gonna be the NATO base in Spain. Follow the convoy. Hurry." Eve ended the call and turned off her phone, shoving it back into the pocket of her leather jacket. Following the crowd that had gathered outside, she saw Letty lining up for her next race. Her next competitor rode up, riding in a 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona. "No way," she mumbled, shaking her head with a grin at the sight of Dom. It wasn't his classic 1970 Dodge Charger R/T but it was still close; that man sure loved Chargers and, really, she couldn't blame him. She was the same way with Mustangs.

"You gonna lurk over there all night or are you gonna come out and play?" Eve's relaxed posture immediately tensed up at the familiar voice, at the familiar line. Those had been the first words he ever said to her, not exact but close enough. "Chip?" Han offered, holding the bag out to her. Eve took a drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke in his face, chuckling as he coughed and fanned the smoke away.

"You guys have some serious balls," she remarked. "You got a death wish or something? One beat down wasn't enough for you?"

"You pulled your punches," he retorted. Eve sniffed and took a drag of her cigarette, pointedly ignoring him. Her focus was entirely on Letty and Dom, making sure nothing bad happened. Did she think Dom would hurt Letty? Never. But would Letty hurt him if she felt threatened? Hell yes. "Fine. Maybe not on Rome, which was hysterical, so thanks for the laughs, but you pulled 'em with me."

"You're mistaken," she retorted stiffly.

"Okay, fine. Maybe you didn't pull a few of them," he conceded and sighed. Damn straight she hadn't pulled a few of them. "Guess I deserved them," he observed.

Eve scoffed and sarcastically asked, "Ya think?" Han opened his mouth to say something but she held her hand up to silence him, watching as the flagger, Rita, stepped into the road between the cars.

"Listen up! Out here, we're used to getting what we want. This is London, baby!" The crowd around them cheered loudly, Eve whistling at her with a grin. "But remember! Don't. Bite. The bait. Are you ready?" The crowd went nuts again and she pointed to Letty, asking, "Ready?" Eve smirked as the engine revved and Rita turned to Dom. "Steady." His engine roared. Grinning, Rita raised her arms and dropped to the ground, screaming, "Go!" Both of them took off out of the races, the Charger with a jump in the air. As the crowd clapped and cheered, Eve turned and walked away from Han. Pushing her way through the crowd, Eve made her way back to her bike.

"So, what's the deal with you and Shaw?" Han asked and Eve couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Hobbs said you're his girl. That true?"

Laughing, she asked, "Why, you jealous?"

"Like crazy," he answered honestly. Eve shook her head and weaved through the crowd. "So, come on, spill. What's he like?"

"He tastes like you but sweeter," she answered vindictively. Han stopped walking and stared after her. Eve stopped in front of her bike, finishing her cigarette and stomping it out. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Han standing a few feet away from her looking like someone had kicked his puppy. Taking pity on him, she walked back over and whispered seriously, "Look, you shouldn't be here. None of you should be. You're in way over your head."

"I'm here for you," he remarked. Smirking, Eve played with the zipper of his jacket and pulled him close.

"You believe in love and all that shit?" she asked teasingly. "You got someone you love, Han?" she mocked. "She leave you? She break your heart?" she asked, knowing very well that Gisele wasn't around given the fact that her file wasn't passed around the team after Interpol. Han's eyes moved from hers to stare out at the crowd and she pulled away with a small smile. "Awww, that's too bad," she cooed sarcastically. "Hurts, doesn't it?" she sneered, triumphant.

"Be a bitch about it," he commented, following her as she moved back to her bike, "that's fine. I always loved that about you." Eve ran her hands through her hair and sighed heavily as she turned to face him.

"That girl you remember? That's not me. Not anymore."

"Yes, you are." Han stepped up, invading her personal space, and gently ran the back of his fingers across her cheek. She bit her bottom lip and she leaned into his familiar touch. "Like it or not," he whispered, "you're still the same girl. I saw her in that fight. I see her right now." Opening her eyes, Eve stared up at Han, her heart pounding as he leaned in to kiss her. Over his shoulder, she a familiar pickup pulled in to the race. Denlinger, she realized, and panicked.

"I gotta go." Moving around Han, she started to go towards the Spyker C8 when he grabbed her arm. She whipped around and stared at him, trying to pull her arm free but he wouldn't let her.

"Just tell me one thing," he pleaded. "Does he make you happy?"

Smiling wanly, she answered, "He doesn't make me cry." Like you do, was the silent statement. With that, Eve ripped her arm free from him and walked over to Denlinger and helped him get Letty's win loaded up. When she turned back to her bike, Han was gone.

The following morning, Eve woke up alone and deliciously sore. Owen had been insatiable the night before. Of course, that could have been due to Denlinger opening his big mouth and telling him about Han at the races. Had he known who Han was? No, of course not. Denlinger was an idiot, but all he had to do was tell Owen that another man had been around his territory and he got very possessive. After stretching herself out, and even doing a few push ups, Eve emerged from her room and headed towards the main work space in time to see Letty storming off. Concerned, she switched her gaze from Letty's back to Owen. Squaring her shoulders, she walked up the ramp and meandered over to him. On the table, was the file on Dom and, much to her surprise, the silver crucifix he always wore. Reaching for it, Eve picked it up and weighed it in her hand. Dom must have given it to Letty because he never parted with it, never. Although why she didn't have it, why it was abandoned on the table, was beyond her.

"I'm gonna ask you a question, Evie," he began and she smiled at the nickname, "and I want you think very hard before you answer." Owen eased her back against the work table, hands on her hips, and held her there. "When I give you the order to take Lue out, what will your first thought be?" Her smirk fell into a frown as she looked up at him.

"Why don't you look me in the eyes, and you tell me what you see?" She stared hard at him, not blinking, face stone. He chuckled and pulled her into his arms, kissing her lips.

"How are we?" he asked seriously, getting back to business.

"Klaus and Denlinger finished painting the truck last night." The paint was highly specialized, anti-thermal low IR coding, military. Exactly what they needed to get into the base. "It's ready to go," she answered with a scowl, annoyed that he was still questioning her loyalty.

"Time to move out then," he told her. Eve nodded and gave him a quick peck before going to get the others up and moving. After all, they had to get to Spain. "Wait!" Eve stopped dead, heart pounding and holding her breath, listening as his footsteps approached her. His arm wrapped around her waist while the other appeared before her eyes. Dom's necklace dropped down and swung before her eyes. He undid the clasp and moved to put it around her neck, but she grabbed his hand and stopped him.

"Don't," she ordered. Shaking her head, a little disgusted that he would try and gift that particular necklace to her, Eve pushed his arm out of the way and walked off to get the rest of the team up and moving. Once the others were up and cleaning out their base, Eve approached Owen. "I can't find Vegh or Klaus."

"They're taking care of something for me," he replied.

"What?"

Owen smirked and pulled her close, kissing her lips and telling her, "Don't worry about it." Watching him walk away though, she bit her lips and couldn't help but worry about it. Owen had never hid anything from her and, now, all of a sudden, he was hiding something. If there was one thing Eve hated, it was surprises.

"Owen!" Eve called out, climbing up the ladder to meet him and Letty on the roof. They had arrived in Lusitania eight hours ago and immediately set about putting their plan into motion. "Everyone is in place. All things moving according to plan." Owen looked down on the base through his binoculars and nodded. Owen ordered her to sent Adolfson in and she nodded, telling the other man to get into his uniform and infiltrate the NATO base. He nodded and accepted his mission like a man.

His mission was to go in under the dead of night. He would wait until morning and allow himself to be captured while disabling the perimeter security system. Overnight, the base's security had been amped up. Four teams on over watch, sniper spotters on roosts north and south of their target. That only meant one of two things: either her friends had figured out their plan and Hobbs had arrived, or Bilkins got her message and was waiting for them. Since there were no other cars in sight but a huge Navistar, that meant it was just Hobbs was at the base. But that didn't matter because everyone was expecting them to come barreling through the base in their truck. But Hobbs was predictable. Once they discovered the base was compromised, he would have it moved out to a secure location. That would be when they'd strike, when they'd least expect it. Everything was going according to plan. While Owen, Letty and Denlinger would strike the convoy and get their prize, Eve would take out the rest of the convoy.

It had started off so familiar. Eve couldn't help but remember when she helped bust Dom out of his prison bus. The adrenaline, the danger, the excitement – it just felt the same. Eve sped up the dirt and rock strewn hill just off the main highway and barreled onto the road. After a bit of swerving, she straightened out and shifted the gears to pick up speed. Weaving in and out of traffic was easy and, soon enough, they were directly behind the convoy. Since it was just the four of them left, it was easy to get ready. They were strapped, wired, packing, fully loaded and ready to go. The moment the convoy was in sight, Owen and the others rose to stand on the seats.

"Let's go!" Owen ordered.

Eve nodded and sped up, crashing into the back of the truck that was guarding the rear of their target. This forced it to slam into the back of the big trailer that held their target. Denlinger climbed over first, shooting the drivers inside through the roof. The moment he stopped, Owen climbed over their vehicle, to the military car acting as a bridge, and jumped for the trailer's ladder. Denlinger followed after and Eve swerved her truck around to the side, dodging their faux bridge as it served out of control, flipping and rolling across the highway and over the side. Eve sped up and kept it steady next to the trailer, allowing Letty to jump to the side ladder and climb up. The moment she was alone, Eve sped up to the car in front and drove far ahead of it. The moment she was far enough away, she pressed the button and out shot the two high tensile titanium cables, the kind used to anchor buildings and hold up bridges; it was their last present from Firuz. In her rear view, Eve saw the cables were firmly embedded into the rocky mountainside and pressed the button again. This time, it made the loose wires taunt and stretched across the road. The other truck of the convoy flipped in the air while the trailer was completely destroyed. The tank that had been inside, the one that Owen and the others were inside of, drove over the trapped trailer and destroyed what was left of the military convoy.

"All systems go," Denlinger announced over their comm.

"Everything looks stable," Letty added. Now that her part was done, Eve was meant to ride ahead and meet them at the airstrip. Instead, she planned to call Bilkins and get word on whatever plan he had cooked up. At least, that had been the plan until she spotted a series of flashy cars flying down the other side of the highway.

"We got company, guys!" Eve announced. Slamming her hands on the wheel, she cursed Dom, Brian and the others for interfering. Didn't Brian or Han tell them her warnings? Even if they had, it wouldn't matter and she should have known that. Those boys, the whole lot of them, were too damn stubborn for their own good. "It's Toretto and his team! They're coming right 'ya!"

"Okay," Owen replied. "Get the weapons hot. Give me satellite imagery." In her rear view, Eve spotted a motorcycle speeding up toward her.

"What the hell?" she mumbled in confusion.

Last she checked, the only one on the team who rode a bike besides her was Gisele and wasn't with them. So who the hell was riding up on her ass on that Ducati? Swerving around a series of cars, Eve wished more than ever that Jah or Ivory were still alive. Had they been, one of them would've been driving the damn jeep and she could have been on her Triumph making a quick getaway. But no! She'd killed Jah and her friends had killed Ivory so she was shit out of luck! Eve should have known offing Jah would come back to bite her in the ass. The jeep was far too slow compared to the bike and the driver almost immediately caught up with her. Looking to her right she was stunned to see Han. He grinned at her and nodded and, annoyed at his cockiness, she rammed the side of the jeep into his bike. Han grabbed the bars overhead as the bike crashed into a mess on the highway. Eve gaped at him as he lost grip and reached over with one hand to pull him towards her.

"Watch the road!" he warned and she looked ahead.

"Shit!" she gasped and let go of him to put both hands back on the wheel. Swerving around the car in front of her, Han just missing being smashed, she sped around the civilian vehicle and straightened out on the road. When she looked back at Han, he was perfectly balanced on the edge of the jeep and had a gun pointed at her.

"Straight ahead of us," Letty said.

"There you are," she heard Owen mutter in her ear. A moment later, the tank fired into the mountainside, destroyed a few civilians and almost hitting Dom and the other boys.

"Pull over," Han ordered and Eve did just that. The moment the jeep was parked off to the side of the road, Eve ripped out her earpiece and slowly stepped out, hands raised in surrender. This was definitely a funny turn of events. A loud crash was heard and the pair looked over to see the tank breaking through the barrier and driving on the other side of the road. Okay, that definitely wasn't part of the plan. "So, how's it going?" he asked casually. Stunned and pissed, Eve turned around slowly and stared at him. A moment later, she pushed the gun out of his hand and punched him in the jaw. "Whoa! What the hell, Eve?"

"You idiot!" she screamed, pushing him back and pounding on his chest. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? What the hell is the matter with you? Do you have a death wish or something?" With every shouted question, her hits got harder an harder and Han found himself yelping in pain. He tried to escape her but she just kept pushing and pushing him. "Huh?! What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Han? I told you, you were in over your head but you can never just listen to me, can you? Can you?! Why couldn't you just listen for once in your miserable life, you stupid fucking bastard?!" Han quickly grabbed her hands and held them tight, pulling her against his chest to stop her assault.

"Because you don't turn your back on family," he answered easily. "Even when they do."