London, a city where every street corner carried secrets.
Dom's crew had gone to ground after their first clash with Owen Shaw. The mission had changed. It wasn't just about stopping a mercenary anymore. For Dom, it was personal because Letty was alive, and she was standing on the wrong side.
Dom & Letty
The night was quiet when Dom waited at the streetlight, engine idling. He didn't need to see her headlights in the mirror to know she'd show.
And she did. Letty's sleek car purred into place beside him, her eyes locked forward, blank, no hint of recognition in them.
"Race me," Dom said simply, voice low.
Letty smirked, revving her engine. "You think you know me?"
Dom didn't answer. He just dropped the clutch.
The race tore down empty streets, tires screaming, engines echoing off glass towers. For Dom, every turn was muscle memory; for Letty, every drift was instinct. She didn't remember their history but her body still drove like the woman he loved.
When they pulled to a stop, Dom leaned closer. "You're still my Letty. No matter what he told you."
Letty's jaw clenched. She fired back: "I don't know who the hell you are." Then she drove off into the night, leaving Dom with silence.
Later, in the shadows of his hideout, Owen Shaw slid a folder across the table. Inside: pictures. Dom and Letty. Sunsets in L.A. Barbecues. Smiles. Family.
"This is who he says you are," Owen murmured, studying her reaction. "But family ties… they're a leash. You're better off without them."
Letty stared at the photos, eyes hard, walls up. "If what he says is true…" she trailed, voice uncertain for the first time.
Owen leaned in. "Then he's using your past to control you. I'm offering you freedom."
Meanwhile, Brian made a choice of his own. To uncover who had manipulated Letty into Owen's hands, he needed answers only hidden deep within the U.S. prison system.
"Once you go in," Hobbs warned him, "I can't protect you."
Brian nodded. "I know. But this is the only way."
The next day, Brian walked into a federal prison under a false rap sheet, wearing the orange jumpsuit of a man without freedom. Inside, he faced ghosts of his past old enemies from Braga's cartel. Every step was dangerous. Every glance was a potential threat.
But he didn't flinch. For Letty. For Dom. For the truth.
Jeff was in the garage, tightening the last bolts on his car's reinforced chassis, when his phone suddenly lit up.
An unknown number.
He frowned. His personal firewall wasn't just strong it was unbreakable. At least, it was supposed to be.
He answered.
"Jeff," a woman's voice purred, calm and deliberate.
His grip on the phone tightened. "Not many people can get through my firewalls. Who are you?"
"Let's just say I know how to find cracks in the strongest doors. I had to bypass your mobile directly. Clever design, by the way."
Jeff stayed silent, waiting.
"My name is Cipher," she continued. "Owen Shaw thinks he's running this game. He isn't. There's a chip moving soon, and he'll try to take it. But if he fails, I'll need someone who can succeed. That's where you come in."
Jeff's brow furrowed. "You want me as your insurance policy."
"Exactly. And if you agree… there'll be rewards. Think about it."
The line clicked dead before he could respond.
His phone went dark.
At that exact moment, a prompt flickered into Jeff's system interface:
[System Alert]New Mission: Shadow Contract Objective: Secure the Nightshade chip if Shaw's crew fails. Reward: Summoning Card (Direct Designation Enabled)
Jeff smirked, pocketing his phone. Cipher thought she was pulling his strings. She had no idea the system had already raised the stakes far beyond her reach.