This is different from what I usually write but I thought I'd put what I love most in the world into my favourite books: fast cars and action. I hope you like it! It will shift from point of views depending on what I feel needs to be read to you guys.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, although I would if it had faster cars in it.

Bella's POV

I drove in my Porsche Cayman along the highway of Seattle. The windows were up and the radio was off so all you could hear was the sound of the engine revving as I did over the limit. The engine purred in my beauty of a car and I ran my hand over the dashboard absentmindedly. Out of all the cars I'd seen and drove in my twenty two years of life, this one was my favourite. She was my baby. My sleek, silver, pretty little baby.

My phone buzzed in the passenger seat and I sighed, clicking the call button on the radio so that the surround sound answered the call so that I wouldn't have to pick up the god damned phone.

"What?" I said as politely as I could. Jakes voice came through the speakers surrounding my beautiful car and he did not sound happy.

"What happened to inconspicuous, huh? Royce is going crazy over here!"

I laughed out loud and pressed the end call button on the radio dash. I knew he'd call back in fifteen seconds with another complaint about my driving but I just didn't care. We just finished up on a heist in Florida and Jake knew how I got afterwards. It took a solid week for me to come down from my high of adrenaline when we got big jobs like this. Baby jobs were a walk in the park and my high usually lasted to a of couple hours to a couple of days. There was no in between, depending on how big the rush of a job.

As I bypassed and swerved three more cars on the highway, earning a few honks in protest, I wasn't surprised when I heard the car vibrate with another phone call.

I groaned. "What?"

"Slow the fuck down, Izzy!" Jake bellowed. I hung up but did as he said, slowing down my speed to just above the speed limit. That would have to suffice. It wasn't like I was going to be caught for speed tickets anyway.

I had been driving with the crew for almost a day now. We drove fast so the usual forty seven hours and eight minute trip from Florida to Washington DC didn't apply to us. It was three in the morning and it was right about the time the guys wanted to stop to take a piss but I just wasn't feeling it tonight. I wanted to get home to my own bed and fast. I had a manual day job in the morning after all.

A text sounded through the car suddenly and I smirked. "Perfect timing," I muttered to myself. I looked in the mirror and saw Jake flash his headlights. His Mitsubishi Eclipse was glowing in the moonlight but it still had nothing on my baby Porsche. I would smoke him in seconds. I would have to push him on that the next time we went to La Push.

I picked up my phone just as we all exited off the highway and swerved our way through the Seattle streets and dialled Jakes number and soon added in the rest of the crew through my radio.

"I'm just gonna head straight home tonight boys," I said with a fake yawn for good measure.

"Fuck, Izzy, you not on your usual high tonight?" I heard Seth say. "What was all that speeding for? The vibration of the engine?"

"Oh, I'm on a high," I smirked through the phone. "I just prefer to have it alone without you boys raining on my parade."

"Go home and get some rest before these goons wake you up when we're finally back," Royce said from his line on the call. Everyone shut up at that.

"Thanks Roy," I hung up the phone and dropped it down on the seat. Once out of sight of the boys, I hit the gear and stamped down on the pedal and speeded my way back to Forks, ignoring the police lights that sounded behind me in the distance.

Edward's POV

"You make your move tomorrow so be ready."

I nodded at Berty's final words and took my leave at the table. Cope followed me out of the room with a cup of coffee ready in her hand for me to take. I took it gratefully and I offered my thanks.

"You sure about this?" She asked me for the billionth time.

"Angela," I groaned.

"I know, I know!" She cried as we made our way through the department towards my office. "But I can't help it. We've already sent in two men to investigate the Swan crew and both have come out dead! Do you really think you can handle the heat?"

"Isn't that the reason we became cops?" I rhetorically asked, turning to look at her. "To handle the heat? Besides, they were idiots they chose on the force and plus, they were investigating. They didn't do what I'm doing."

"Going undercover is a hefty job," Cope muttered against her own coffee cup. "Trust me, I've lived through it."

"I know that, but you're forgetting one fine detail," I said as we reached my office and I gestured for her to head inside. "I'm a man and you're a woman. It's different situations."

Before Angela Cope joined the Seattle Police Department she was an undercover detective in California. She went undercover for eleven months as a drug lord's girlfriend and it went ugly towards the end. She packed up and left Cali the second the job was done and came here. She swore never to go undercover again. The lucky thing for me is that I wouldn't have to sleep with people to get information out of them when going undercover. Never send a man to do a woman's job.

I settled into my desk with Cope standing behind me. She produced the files I spent long nights obsessing over memorising for weeks and I looked over them one last time so I had everything down to a tee.

"Go over everything you know," Cope said. "Starting with him." She dropped the first file over my shoulder and onto my desk. I only had to see the picture to spew out the information I memorised long ago.

"Jacob Swan, twenty six years old, born and raised in Forks Washington until he was thirteen years old by his mother Renee Swan until she was killed in a car accident. Father, Charles Swan was KIA during a military trial on Jacob's twelfth birthday. Jacob and his sister Isabella were moved to Miami to their aunts until he was of age and they moved back to Forks the second he was legal to live in the house they grew up in."

"Criminal history?" Cope asked naturally.

"Jacob was locked away for association with drug dealing and car theft when he was sixteen years old in a boys' retention centre. He only served a year but returned when he was nineteen years old for killing a man with a crow bar. The deceased is known to be the man who killed Swan's mother on the road."

"Anything else from background information?" Cope inquired.

I took a deep breath, the words rushing through my head and pouring out of my mouth. "Charles Swan was a trained militant and seemed adamant on teaching his son a few things. After his death, the training stuck with Jacob and he's just about ruthless on the streets. His sister, Isabella was taught the same training by Swan but at a later age."

"His whereabouts and activities now?" Cope finally asked.

"He lives in the same hometown of Forks, Washington with his sister and crew. He remains untouched by the local police and we believe it's because he has paid them off to remain that way. Jacob Swan has multiple garages and homes around the country but they're placed under another name so he cannot be charged for the cars he holds there. He hosts heists around the country"-

"To what extent?" Cope interrupted.

"As little as petty shop robbery's to extreme jewellery, cars and weaponry."

"Dangerous?"

"He has a weak spot," I noted. "Family. His sister means too much to him."

"Good," Cope nodded.

"Next."

She continued dropping files onto my desk until we reached the early hours of the morning. The rest of the department were long gone but I refused to slip up.

Next.

"Seth Clearwater, seventeen, youngest of the Swan crew. Grew up in the same neighbourhood and runs the street racing down in La Push for Jacob. He was later offered to work for Jacob permanently on heists. Young but smart. He handles the technical side of their crimes. Downfall is he's a smart ass and it will get him killed one day."

Next.

"Royce King. Twenty six years old and Jacob's best friend. Ruthless and deadly. If there's anyone to avoid in this crew it's him. Complete hot head and acts like the leader of the group to keep eyes off Jacob. Downfall is he's a shit driver and can't work with a gun very well."

Next.

"Emmett McCarthy. Twenty five years old. Bulky and scary but seems to be the heart of the Swan crew. Grew up with Jacob and Royce but seems to be the lesser of the evils. Acts as protection for the men. Loud mouth so he works the distraction on the job as an incredible improviser."

Next.

"Rosalie Hale, twenty five years old. Currently in a relationship with Emmett McCarthy. Her father used to represent the Pentagon until he was murdered. His death didn't sit well with Rosalie and she rebounded to become the deadly woman she is today. Only girl in the crew besides Jacob's younger sister and is a badass, ruthless bitch to everyone around her. She'll seduce you until you're practically begging to let her kill you."

Last.

"Jasper Hale, twenty two years old and a cousin of Rosalie. Swift and efficient. He never misses a shot and is one hell of a driver. He usually works on getting the cars out of the vans, auctions or show houses as fast as possible. Not much background history on his family."

I finally let Cope go home and she left me with a final good luck and a package full of the things I needed for tomorrow. I left one file untouched out on my desk. One I never read out to Cope because she knew I had that thing revised and memorised like it was my sacred bible.

Isabella Swan's file.

Lord knows if I wasn't an undercover cop and she wasn't a common criminal, I'd have fucked her brains out by now. I breathed out a laugh and tore apart my new package. A fake I.D card rested on the paper along with a gun, a house key, my fake birth certificate and driver's license and lastly… a set of car keys. I smirked and rolled my chair over to the window so I could see what Cope and Berty had left me to drive undercover.

"You've got to be kidding me," I gaped.

I leaped from my seat and grabbed the shit I needed before I took the stairs two at a time, knowing the elevators were down this hour of the night to reach the car as fast as I could. I was out of breath by the time I pushed past the security guard and reached the front doors to my new car.

A Toyota Supra was waiting for me all sleek and shiny outside the Seattle Police Department. She was blue silver with a body that went on for days. "Holy fucking shit," I gasped for breath. I was literally about to go on a boner for this beauty. She was fucking perfection.

"What you got there, Cullen?" I heard Max, the security guard ask from the front door.

"I'm going to have sex with this car," I muttered to no one in particular.

"What did you say boy?" Max asked again.

"Max, this is my new baby," I declared.

"Yeah, it's a nice car. What is she?"

"What is?"- I choked a little as I turned around to face Max. "She's a beauty, that's what she is! She has a horsepower of 544 bhp and an engine speed of 7,770prm's! Fuck, it takes her ten seconds at 185 to reach a one quarter mile! Do you know what that means?" I bellowed.

Max just stared at me and I relayed over my little outburst and realised what I fucking sounded like. I officially sounded like a fourteen year old boy who just got his first feel of a breast. I mean, I was a cop for fuck sake! Act like one Cullen!

"You sure do know your cars," Max chuckled and walked back inside the building, leaving me in shock and complete embarrassment.

"Get your ass home, Cullen," I groaned to myself. I unlocked the car and took about fifteen minutes just easing myself into the baby until finally driving back to my apartment. I really wanted to take her out for a real spin but I wasn't ready to be the first cop in Seattle's history to receive a speeding ticket.

Besides, I needed a long rest for what was going to happen tomorrow.

"Edward Masen," I said to myself confidently. "Twenty six years old, moved from Florida State to Port Angeles and heard about the crew down in Forks and wanted in. Did time for stealing cars and non-paid parking tickets. Never knew my dad and my mother died when I was a baby. Put through foster homes until I reached sixteen and have worked my way through the world on my own ever since. Needed money so here I am."

I was going to ask to be a part of Jacob's crew. And then I was going to bring that motherfucker down.

Bella's POV

"Izzy, wake your ass up, you're gonna be late!"

"Fuck off, Emmett!"

"Hey girl, don't make me come in there and tickle your ass awake because you know I will!"

"How about I put a bullet in your head, will you still want to wake me up then?!" I yelled right fucking back to the asshole behind my bedroom door.

"I'll shoot back and you know I will!" Emmett chuckled. "Or do you want me to set Rosie on your ass?"

I groaned into my pillow in defeat and rose from my bed, ready for a long ass shower before I had to deal with the goons downstairs. Sometimes I wished I didn't have to share a house with so many guys every hour of the day. Legally, only Jake and I owned the house but that didn't stop Emmett and his boys staying over every few days just to get shit done quicker. Rosalie, Emmett's girlfriend never stays anymore since Jake caught them fucking in my parents' old bedroom. Whenever Em decides to stay over, he's to sleep on the floor. Seth only lives down the road so he went home each night. His mother was a crack addict so she never cared what time he came home at. I've offered him to stay here multiple times but he just wouldn't take it. He wanted to be with his mother.

As I showered, I heard Jake shout for Jasper to hurry the fuck up in the other bathroom. I chuckled when I heard Rosie chime in to tell Jake to chill the fuck out. When Jake snapped right back Emmett joined in on the fun and a whole row started until Seth cracked a loud joke that made everyone laugh. Always count on that kid to calm the storm. Unless Royce was around.

Right now I'm sure he was down at the garage, working on one of the new cars we came to own from another well- orchestrated heist. I smiled at the memory of leaping from the truck filled with imported cars and into the body of my waiting Porsche before speeding away with the newest additions to our car collection right behind me.

I usually always drove the newbies home but with my Porsche only recently in my possession, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to drive across states to our home in Forks. We had so much money we barely knew what to do with it, but we still chose to live here permanently. It was where our crew- our family- began and Jake was all about family.

We had a garage between Port Angeles and Forks where we stored the cars and jewellery. The ones we really enjoyed came back to Forks with us. Some cars we sold off to foreign buyers (those who could afford our prices). Gang and drug lords were our best customers and we even got an Arabian prince before to buy our merchandise. We lived a luxurious and humble lifestyle all at the same time. When it came to killing, it was inevitable if someone got in our way, but we tried to stay clear of innocent lives. We weren't that monstrous.

I turned off the shower and quickly dressed in some shorts and a tank top, seeming as it looked like a nice day outside for once. I smiled at myself in the mirror with my newly formed tan thanks to our job in the Sunshine State. I threw on some Nike trainers and headed downstairs with my phone glued to my hand in case any of the guys decided to call while I was at work.

"Breakfast, Izzy!" Rosalie called from the kitchen. "Or should I say lunch."

I walked through the living room and greeted Seth and Jasper who sat on the floor playing video games. Jake was eating at the kitchen table and he ushered me over to give me a peck on the cheek.

"Morning," he said with a mouthful of food.

"Gross," I giggled and took the sandwich from Rosalie thankfully and sat with my brother, making small talk for a while before he got down to business.

"What time you finished work today?" He asked.

"It's Friday so…" I looked at the clock on the wall that read twelve fifteen. "About five thirty. Why?"

"I want you to call up Diego down in Mexico once you're home," Jake ordered.

"How come?" I wondered.

"I want to make room for the Supra and the old one is just getting in the way. He had eyes on it the last time he was in the States so he'll be happy to know I'm up for selling it now."

"You're not keeping the Supra?" I cried. "But she's a beauty!"

"Well, I've a better beauty coming in and that old one is scrap compared to it. Now don't annoy me with questions and get to work."

"Sure thing, boss," I joked and kissed his cheek before waving goodbye to everyone. "Seeya later, Royce!" I called to the garage at the side of the house.

"Bye Izzy!" He shouted back.

I got into my Porsche and drove my way to my mother's old bakery, feeling a little bummed out that my usual customers car was nowhere to be found outside the shop. I set up and let Alison go home early, seeming as it wasn't looking busy at all today considering lover boy wasn't coming along. I listened out for the usual throaty engine of his clapped out Volvo but came up short when I heard nothing but a smooth engine pull up to the curb of the shop, just as I was setting out some freshly baked cakes.

I eyed the Toyota suspiciously, knowing full well none of the boys owned this type of car besides the one Jake had hold up in PA. And lord knows no one else in the town of Forks could afford such a looker of a car. It was sleek blue that shone silver in the surprising sun and I watched in shock as my lover boy stepped out of the car, wearing the same smirk he loved to walk in with each day I worked here.

"Well, well, well," I smiled as Edward walked through the door. "If it isn't our favourite customer."

"Well, if it isn't the only reason I come in here every day," he threw back at me with a breath taking smile that had me weak at the knees.

The guy was crazy about me- even Alison knew- but I knew absolutely nothing about him. He didn't live in town; that was all I knew. And if Royce knew I was friendly with a man I should really be suspicious about, he'd flip. Royce and I weren't together but he was very serious of who I let into my life. Family was important to all of us in the crew and we'd never let anyone jeopardise that.

Edward sat down at the counter in the same seat he always did and gave me another half-smile. The bell above the door signalled a new customer but I barely took notice when Edward was around.

"What can I get for you, Edward?" I chuckled with a shake of my head.

"Same as always, Bella."

"Since when do you let people call you Bella?!"

I looked up from Edward's eyes and saw Royce perched in the doorway, glaring at me, or better yet, glaring at Edward. I saw Jake parking the car outside but he didn't bother coming in. What the fuck were they doing here?

"What are you doing here?" I said aloud, placing a hand under the counter to where I stashed my hand gun.

"You forgot your lunch, like you do every fucking Friday," Royce ground out. "You should get more sleep after our nights, Izzy, otherwise your brother and I wouldn't have to chase you down to give you a decent meal."

"I could have eaten the cakes in here, like I tell you every fucking Friday!" I rolled my eyes. Royce seemed to be under control for now but it wouldn't be long before he was pissed off again. "Just give me the damn lunch, Roy." I lessoned my hold on my gun.

"Is everything alright here, Bella?" Edward asked politely and I shut my eyes in defeat. Damn it, Edward.

"She's fine!" Royce barked out. "What's with the fucking name, Izzy? You won't even let Jake call you that?"

"Do you mind lessoning your tone when talking to her?" Edward demanded, rising from his seat.

Fuck.

"Edward, stop, leave it, I'm used to it," I grabbed the back of Edward's jacket to pull him back but it was useless. Royce's hand was already twitching. We were fucked.

"No, no, you shouldn't have to be used to it," Edward hissed at me.

"Who is this guy, Izzy?" Roy bellowed. I looked to Jake outside but he seemed oblivious to what was going on in the shop. He was fucking useless.

"Bella, get him out of here before I seriously hurt him," Edward warned.

"Stop calling her that!"

"Royce, fuck off!" I screeched, leaping over the counter to hold Edward back. I reached around me to grab the fucking bag of food from Royce's hand and pushed him away again. "Just leave alright? Jake, will you make yourself fucking useful and get Roy the fuck out of here? He's scaring away my customers!"

Jake came in at that, wearing a smile and tugged Royce out of the bakery, leaving me with an angry Edward and a whole lot of muscle beneath my fingers. Damn, was he always this muscular?

I gripped his upper arm just to be sure I wasn't dreaming and I heard Edward's faint laugh come from above me. Heat rose in my cheeks and I took a step back, guessing he knew what I was doing. Stupid Bella. "Sorry," I laughed. "I just didn't expect to feel all that under there."

Edward smirked. "I'm full of surprises, Bella."

Again, I blushed. Now, I, Isabella Swan, have never once in my life blushed in front of someone, let alone a man. I was not someone who was easily embarrassed yet here I was, turning tomato mode in front of Edward Masen.

"I think my time here is up," Edward said sadly, looking down at his watch.

"Do you at least want your cake?" I offered to get him a piece. Edward pulled out a twenty dollar bill and placed it on the counter behind me.

"No, I already ate before I came to see you," he winked and my knees went weak. "Thanks again, Bella."

"So I'll see you Sunday then?" I joked, but secretly hoped I'd see him much sooner than the next time I had work.

"Tonight, actually," Edward continued his walk to the door.

"Tonight?" I repeated, shocked that I got my wish so fast.

"Yeah," Edward turned to give me his heart stopping half smile. "You're going to the street racing tonight right?"

"You know about La Push racing?" I blanched, completely shocked anyone outside of Forks knew about such activities.

"Doesn't everybody?" Edward retorted. He pulled out a pair of black ray bans and smiled once more. "I'll see you tonight, Bella."

Diego's POV

"I thought we agreed on a price the last time I was in the States!" I spit down the phone. Fucking woman was getting on my last nerve!

"That was a year ago, Diego and things have changed," Swan explained. "You think business around here stays the same? Shit rises man, now get back to the original discussion."

"That car for the new price…" I mulled it over. A throat clearing in the corner of the room caught my eye and Boss looked at me through narrow eyes. I had to close this deal. Mierda! "My boss isn't going to like that, Swan," I warned.

"You don't have bosses, Diego, you run those streets in Mexico!"

"Not anymore, shit's changed down here too, girl," I whispered sadly.

"Listen, do we have a deal or not?" Swan said.

I really needed that car in my collection… "Deal."

"I'll email you the paperwork, you send me my money. Always a pleasure, Diego." She hung up the phone.

"Fucking slut," I hissed, dropping the phone down on the leather plush chair I sat in.

"You made the deal?" Boss asked.

"Ci."

"Will they drive it down here themselves?"

"The girl… she's crazy for the cars so maybe she will if I asked nicely."

"Good, that's good. I want to hit him where it hurts most," Boss grinned. "Jacob can pay for what he did to my men."

Bella's POV

"Izzy, you racing tonight?" Jake called from his room.

"Are you fucking crazy? In my new baby? Of course!" I laughed. "But I'm going up against you, I hope you know that."

"You are in hell, I don't want to embarrass my little sis like that in front of everyone!" Jake feigned sadness. "What kind of brother would I be?"

"A losing one," I smirked and I didn't think he heard me fully because he continued talking.

"I think I might bring out my Supra tonight, show off the new ride."

"Good thinking." I'd still smoke your ass.

"You almost ready?" His voice was suddenly behind me, tapping lightly on my bedroom door.

"I could have been naked," I said sternly.

"Now I thought you'd have some brains not to walk around naked in this house with so many bodies in it."

"True, true."

"I'll be downstairs."

I finished up on my hair and applied some more lip gloss. I never got tired of getting ready for La Push races. I loved them even more when my high from heists hasn't faded yet and the thrill of driving at the speed I want gets me going all over again- especially when I beat the fucker I'm racing.

I wore simple knee high black boots that went perfectly with the new high waist shorts I bought in Florida. My halter neck was pleated in red and black and it tied in with my long, wavy hair so it wasn't like I was completely bare on my back. I had no need to wear a bra, considering I barely had tits to hold up, so I was free to roam the streets bare titted. I loved it.

I had to admit I was making some extra effort tonight knowing that Edward was going to be there. Old ass, timeless Edward. Who the fuck named their kid that nowadays? Either way I wasn't going to complain if I was screaming it later. But if I knew that was all he was around for, then I wouldn't give him the goods. However, if he wanted more than that, it was going to be harder because I couldn't give it to him either. I wasn't built for love in this life, even though it was all I really craved. With Jacob as a brother and Royce as basically the same thing, it was difficult to even bring someone home, let alone fall in love with them.

I picked up my keys and phone and headed downstairs to where everyone waited. Roy and Jake were talking quietly in the corner of the kitchen, Seth was where he always was playing video games on the living room floor, Rose and Emmett were in their own little world on the couch and Jasper was tapping away on his phone. It was crazy to think that all of us could pull off the biggest heists in all of America.

"We ready?" I asked everyone and they nodded their agreements.

"Can I at least drink tonight?" Seth asked like he did every time we were heading to La Push.

"Like I say every other night, fuck off Seth!" Emmett joked and we all laughed.

"But it's not fair!" He pouted. "You won't let me race and on top of that, drink?"

"You're seventeen,"- I tried to say but he cut me off.

"And I've known how to drive since I'm thirteen, I think I know what to do."

"Oh, so you want to get in an accident drunk driving?" I asked him and that shut him up.

We all took separate cars to La Push, considering a few of us wanted to race and I giggled as I watched Seth climb into the backseat of Jakes car. We made it to La Push in a matter of minutes and I saw the usual Mike Newton sprint around the reservation with "Road closed" signs so that no one would interrupt our driving. La Push was mostly forestry and consisted of about three shops and the rest of the res was road. That was leverage for us, considering Forks police watched us like a hawk back in town when we didn't pay them off to turn a blind eye. La Push was the easiest to race along so when Jake started it up with a few other boys from the reservation, it's been going on ever since.

I drove through the road signs and followed Mike's poor excuse of a car. His engine barley run yet he insisted on racing every Friday night. He had nothing on the cars my brother and I came to purchase.

It took forever to push my baby through the crowds of dancing girls and bulky boys and their toys, but I made it far enough to find a good spot to park. I smirked as people passed by and stopped to see the new car in town and decided now was a good time as any to get out and give the boys a show. At that, my phone buzzed with a text from Jake.

Jake: Play nice

My smirk dropped thanks to my overprotective brother and stepped out of the car slowly, giving the guys a great view of my boot covered legs until I finally stood, checking my surroundings for anything out of the ordinary. Everything seemed to be in place and my hope to see Edward's Supra driving through the crowds quickly diminished. Maybe he decided not to show.

I sat on the hood of my baby until someone asked me to pop it. Two guys asked specifically to see what was under my hood and that joke was so 2002 that I couldn't even stand to be near them.

"How old are you guys, twelve?" I asked at their ridiculous chat up line.

The first guy laughed. "No, sugar, we're not twelve… but your body sure is a ten."

"Oh, gross," I literally gagged. "Okay, get out of here."

"What? I wanna see what's under your hood"-

"And I'm telling you to fuck off!" I hissed.

"Do as she fucking says, boys!" Edward was suddenly beside me, gripping me by the hips and I jumped in his arms, finally catching onto him and decided to play along. "Before my boyfriend beats your ass!" I beamed sweetly. "Or better yet, until I do!"

The two boys laughed and I didn't hesitate to press my gun against the first boy's stomach, careful not to let Edward see. "Don't fuck with me, or you'll have to go through my entire family too. Got that?"

The second guy panicked. "Dude, I think she's Jacob's little sister. Dude, we fucking hit on Jacob's little sister!"

"I-I'm sorry, Isabella"-

"It's Izzy, you prick, now fuck off!" I screamed. That caught the attention of some over the loud music but not many. I should have known Jacob would hear the sound of my voice no matter what.

The guys scrambled and I quickly hid my gun into the back of my shorts as I turned back to Edward with a smile on my face. My long hair would hide my back easily so I didn't worry anyone would see the weapon I possessed. I didn't want to scare away Edward. I sat back down on the hood of my car and nodded towards Edward's new baby. "Brave bringing that here with my brother around," I said to Edward.

"How come?" He asked.

"Jacob is driving a Supra tonight too," I explained. "I'm pretty sure he's going to wanna race you."

"I don't mind," Edward shrugged.

I laughed out loud. "You clearly don't know my brother."

"Everyone knows your brother," Edward said easily and he sat down next to me on the hood. His hand went to my back and I looked up to see Jacob on his way over. He wanted to know what I was yelling about, I guess.

"Not in the way I do," I said absentmindedly.

"I'd like to though," Edward said. "I mean, I'd like to talk to him."

"Well, you're in luck!" I grinned. "Because here he comes."

"What's going on Izzy?" Jake demanded when he reached us at the car. "Jessica still pissing you off?"

I scoffed. "Please, that girl needs to get over herself. No, some guys were hassling my ass so I told them to hit the road before I strangled them both."

"Funny," Jake laughed once. "Who's this?" He motioned to Edward.

"You don't remember him?" I was shocked. "He's the guy who put Royce in his place back at the bakery."

"Edward Masen," Edward announced, reaching for Jake's hand. They did the usual 'bro' handshake that every boy seemed to know and that was that.

"You're new around here," Jacob observed.

"I live in Port Angeles but I come here most days for nights like tonight and the pretty little bakery your sister works in."

I smiled and ducked my head. Smooth ass.

"Do you now?" Jake said. "I hope it's just for the cakes."

"I don't plan on devouring your sister like a pie if that's what you're getting at, Jacob," Edward said smartly and I almost choked when the words left his mouth. Was he crazy for talking like that to my brother?

Jake stared at Edward, hoping he'd crack but nothing happened. They continued to stare at one another until Jake finally let a smile out. "It's Jake," he said. "No Jacob around here unless we're doing business. Or unless you're an angry Izzy."

I shoved Jake hard but he didn't budge an inch from where he stood. "Alright, are you done playing the big brother card or can we race?"

"I've already said it to Ben, he's cleared us for the next race," Jake told me. "You racing?" He said to Edward.

"If I'm racing either of you guys, then yes," Edward replied.

"Bold," I smirked. "You sure you're up for it?"

Edward smirked right back at me. "Ride or die I guess."

Jake grinned. "I like it. We have a deal!" He clapped his hands together. "But I want a hefty bet placed on this since you're so cocky."

"Done," Edward said.

Jake whooped and went to call his boys. While he was busy with his back turned I looked to Edward. "You don't have to do this," I warned him. "I mean, you don't have to prove anything to be in my company"-

"I'm not proving anything for you," Edward admitted and it felt like I had just been stabbed in the stomach. Fucking ouch?

"Great, cool, alright," I smiled sarcastically and took a step away from him. Edward reached out his hand to stop me and I let him this time.

"I mean, fuck, Bella, I'll work on trying to get in your good graces for a long time but I have to do this with your brother first," Edward tried to explain. "I'd rather be cool with your family before I try get anyway close to you first."

I ducked my head, trying to hide my smile at how thorough Edward was to get to me. "I don't think you've to go through such extremes. I'm not that special."

Edward chuckled. "Relax, Bella…" he said with a wink. "It' just a drive."

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