Isabella's POV

Deckard and I stood side by side, both suited up and ready for action. His all-black suit looked like it was made just for him, sharp and sexy in a way that only Deckard could pull off. I, on the other hand, was in a black-and-white suit with my hair up in a tight ponytail, feeling more like a professional than I'd ever felt before. Madam M had arranged for us to travel in style, and we were about to get down to business.

As the plane lifted off, I couldn't help but fidget with my hands, trying to calm my nerves. Deckard noticed right away, his eyes softening as he looked over at me. He reached for my hand, taking it gently in his.

"Babe, you've been training with me. You've got this," he reassured me, his voice steady and comforting.

I looked at him, grateful for the support. "Thanks, babe," I whispered, feeling the tension in my shoulders start to ease. Deckard leaned in and kissed my cheek, his touch a comforting reminder that no matter what, we were in this together.

"Ready, Bella?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with confidence.

I smiled, feeling a rush of adrenaline. "Always," I said, my voice steady now, as I pulled the lever to guide us higher into the sky. We were flying straight into enemy territory, and there was no turning back.

When we landed, I felt the familiar surge of excitement mixed with a sense of purpose. This wasn't just a mission; it was personal. The place where my codes were hidden was isolated, outside of Russia, and there was no one around to help us. It felt like we were stepping into a ghost town, but that didn't scare me. I wasn't a ninja—but I wasn't someone to underestimate either. I'd been trained for this, and I wasn't about to fail now.

Deckard and I moved in unison, weapons drawn, our steps silent but purposeful. I could feel him watching me, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to look back at him. He was my anchor in all of this madness. Without saying a word, I ran back to him, wrapping my arms around him for a quick kiss. As I pulled away, I whispered near his ear, "I love you, Deckard, no matter what."

He smiled, his arms tightening around me before he whispered back, "I love you, Isabella, no matter what."

I stepped back, taking a deep breath. "Good. We have a job to do."

Deckard grinned. "I knew I loved you. Always getting what you want, and knowing how." He raised an eyebrow. "By the way, after this, wanna go to Greece?"

I couldn't help but smile back. "I would love that." It was the promise of something simple, something good to look forward to after the chaos. But first, we had a mission.

I took off running, my heart racing as I scanned the area for any threats. And then, I saw them—guards standing in the distance. A smirk formed on my face. "Hi, boys. Do you know where the bar is?" I called out, playing my part.

One of them sneered at me. "Aww, it's a little girl."

The insult stung, but it also set something off in me. No one called me that without consequences.

"Big mistake," I said, my voice low with danger. He taunted me, daring me to make a move. "Really? What are women going to do?" he scoffed.

I smirked back, my eyes narrowing. "Bet you up, little boy."

Before he could react, I kicked him so hard that he was on the ground before he even knew what hit him. With a swift move, I flipped him over, leaving him groaning on the dirt. "Who's next?" I taunted.

The rest of the guards rushed at me, but it was clear they underestimated me. They knocked me down easily, but it didn't stop me. I got back up, not letting them win.

As I walked away, hearing the groans of the men behind me, I called over my shoulder. "Next time, boys, don't mess with me." I pulled out my gun and shot one of them in the leg, watching him crumple to the ground. "That's for being sexist and calling me a little girl."

With a smirk on my face, I ran toward the lab, determined to get the job done. I wasn't just here to survive; I was here to win.

The moment I entered the lab, I immediately got to work, trying to hack my way through the system. It was complicated, but I had no choice. This was the only way to stop them.

Suddenly, a movement behind me caught my attention, and I spun around, reaching for my gun. The figure was too familiar, though—Deckard. My heart skipped a beat as I lowered the weapon, relief flooding through me.

"Sorry, you scared me," I said, a breath I hadn't realized I was holding finally leaving my body.

Deckard's eyes softened as he walked toward me, his smile reassuring. "You did great work in here," he said, his voice full of pride.

He kissed me then, right in the middle of the lab, his lips taking mine with a passion that left me breathless. "Let's get out of here."

I smiled against his lips. "Good idea. Just let me plant a fire bomb on here, so this place will never be used again."

Deckard's eyes sparkled with approval. "Man, do I love you."

I grinned and grabbed his hand as we ran out of the building together, the explosion lighting up the night sky behind us. As we reached the car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. The mission was a success, and no one was going to come after us again.

As we drove away from the burning ruins, I kept my hand on Deckard's neck, feeling the steady pulse of his heartbeat beneath my touch. No one—nothing—was going to come between us. That was a promise I would keep, no matter what. We had each other, and we had the Shaws. That was all that mattered to me now.

I looked over at Deckard, and he smiled at me, his eyes full of love and admiration. I kissed his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my lips.

"I love you," I whispered.

Deckard chuckled. "I love you too, babe."

The light turned red, and I smiled, knowing that for once, everything felt right.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the delay in updates to Love or Family. Life threw me some curveballs, but I'm back now, and I'll be updating the story on the weekends. I'm also working on new stories like Percy Jackson—stay tuned for teasers and more! What do you think will happen to Isabella? Let me know your thoughts