The remote control crashed into the coffee table, the gray plastic cracking, as Emmett jumped up. "Jasper!" he cried, facing the Texan. "That's not fair! You cheated!"

The curly blonde haired man looked up from his thick novel, completely buried under Alice as she did her nails on his lap. The southern man glanced at the TV, giving it a golden glare, and then glanced at the burly brother. "I'm not even playing, Emmett."

I couldn't help but giggle at the scene. They were so... family. Siblings annoyed with each other, yet at the same time they'd do anything for them. I had never grown up with siblings, I had never known what it was like to live a life like that. Living with them had given me some insight, but it was nothing compared to what they had.

"You guys are so weird," I giggled out, glancing at Edward as his face cracked into a crooked smile. At least he thought I was funny.

"How did I lose?" Emmett yelled, completely ignoring what I had said. He seemed frustrated beyond belief with the x-box system and started to flick through a manual. "I never lose! Alice!"

"You just don't win," I muttered under my breath to Edward, who chuckled in response. Of course, in doing that, I missed what Alice had told the large man.

"Exactly!" Emmett cried.

I rolled my eyes, knowing he couldn't have agreed with me, and felt my phone vibrate. The iPhone had been resting in between my thighs, so I easily slipped it into my hands and read the caller ID.

"Shit," I murmured, knowing I couldn't hit decline. Hann stood out, telling me that it had to have been important. Life or death. He knew not to call me. Edward glanced at me funny, knowing I didn't cuss. Well, I didn't most of the times. Sometimes it just slipped out. Peer pressure, what could I say? I stood quickly, moving towards the back door. "I need to go outside and take this. I'll be back in a minute."

Edward watched me go, an inquisitve look on his face, where the rest of the Cullen's seemed not to care. As soon as the glass door shut behind me, I accepted the call, letting out a small breath.

"Konichiwa, Hann, what's up, bay-beee?" I laughed as I moved towards the treeline at least fifty feet from the house. Once I was near a trunk, I sat down, glancing at the house to see Edward's eyes watching me. He could no doubt hear. Did I honestly expect to keep everything from him forever?

"Bella-san," a soft, husky voice said over the phone. "How are ya, girl?"

"Good, man. What 'bout you?" The light-hearted tone and hearing his voice again reminded me of my home, of the desert, and of the years I had spent there. He was practically my family, and it had been torture to be away for so long.

"Not so good," he admitted quietly, his voice scratchy, as though he had yelled himself hoarse. "Midori's been taken."

My heart stopped. Midori? She was as innocent as the rest of us, but somehow she seemed to be the mother of the group of us. She was kind and would feed us. If we were out past curfew, she'd give us a good lecture, demanding we turn in our car keys until she deemed it fit to return them. She simply couldn't have been taken. If she was, what would happen to the garage? "What do you mean taken? Is it Tiger? Did he take her?"

There was a silence a moment and then Han answered. "Yeah... I have to pick a good racer to get her back. He wants a race."

I smiled suddenly. "And you want me? Count me in, sugar muffin."

"Thank God, girl," he let out a breath of unseen relief. My eyes met Edward's gold in through the window of the house and I glanced away quickly as Hann continued. "I don't know what I'd do without you. Jazz said no, so did Sunstreak. You're my last shot."

"Yeah," I insisted. "I'll be there. When and where? And do you still have my car? I've been out of practice, since, well, you know."

"Yeah, that whole thing with D.K. Um..." he trailed off, as though delivering bad news, but there was a small pause that told me exactly what he was going to say before he said it. "What if I told you that you're racing him?"

How would I feel? The man had torn my heart out, almost literally, and I wanted revenge. Not just revenge, but to show him that he didn't destroy me. Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity. "I would be there in a heart beat."

"Good, because you're racing him. And the race is in two months, March fifteenth."

"Where?" I asked. "That's a long time to prepare for this."

He paused once more and I almost thought he hung up on me, but as I checked, it still said he was on the call. "From Phoenix to New York City. It's a rough trip. It has to be done exactly as Tiger says-"

I whistled, cutting him off. Quickly going to my maps, I gaged the distance. "That's, um... that's pretty far, Hann..."

"I can't do this without you, Bella."

"I'll be at the garage by the end of the week. A call will get to you by the time I get in town," I insisted, putting the phone back to my ear and inspecting my nails. It would be useless to do them now if I'd just have to get a whole bunch of hands on things to get into that would chip off the paint. No, the manicure could wait.

"I owe you so much, Bells," Hann sighed in relief, sounding much happier than when he had first answered. "White Rose will be ready."

"Is she okay?" I asked before I could stop myself, worried she might have been damaged or something. He had said he'd been fixing her up, but with Hann that could mean anything from a paint job to a complete new interior.

"She's gorgeous. Best car in the garage."

"I won't miss this for the world, then, Hann," I laughed "I'll see you. Bye, Hann."

"Bye, Bells. Thanks, again."

"Anytime."

As I hung up, I sat there for a moment, trying to come up with some plan to tell the Cullen's so I could leave town. I had already graduated. I could go on trips without Charlie freaking out. Perhaps I could tell the Cullen's my mom was sick. By the small chance they hadn't heard the phone call, it could work. Then again, Alice would have seen something related to her being sick...

I was going to have to just use it anyway. Midori needed me back there. She was practically my sister and I wasn't going to let her die. I pushed open the back door and walked through, my footsteps echoing through the quiet home. It was too quiet, like they had stopped moving, even fake breathing.

Entering the living room, I tried my lie. "I have to go to Phoenix for a few months. My mom's sick, um... I have to leave by the end of the week."

Jasper raised an eyebrow and started to laugh. "You really need to work on lying, Bella."

I shot him a scathing look, "It would have worked if you hadn't have blabbed... I, uh, really do need to leave, though. My best friend's life depends on it. Phoenix needs me back for a few months... So, I thought I'd just tell you before I disappeared-"

"This Midori's life demands you leave your home?" Edward asked coolly, as though he was angry. Crap.

I bit my lip. "Yeah. I can explain."

"Then explain," the copper haired boyfriend of mine snapped. I shook my head, grabbing my car keys from the coffee table, careful not to mess up the broken remote control. Next thing I'd know, Emmett would insist I beat him and demand a rematch.

"I don't have time. She can die if I don't win..." I tried to move towards the front door but Edward was in front of me, his eyes blazing gold. "I have to go-"

"You street race, drift cars. It's illegal, Bella. Why didn't you ever tell me? Tell any of us? Don't you think we deserve to know this?" he demanded. He got all of that out of a phone call?

"Alice," I muttered, sighing. "Of course." She had seen everything. "I can't talk about it right now. I need to pack and hurry-"

"I'm not giving you a choice," Edward said, stepping towards me, and making me fall into a seat on the couch. "Explain what exactly is going on. Why haven't you told us this?"

I sighed, crossing my arms. "I didn't think it mattered. I left it all behind when I moved here. Yes, I street race. I used to street race. I don't anymore... Well, I'm going to soon, but not here. I never planned to get back into it. It's dangerous. I..." I hesitated, figuring I had to be honest if they were going to understand why I was here in the first place. "I used to date this guy, D.K. He was the Drift King, and we were crazy about each other. I challenged him to a race for fun and won on accident. Of course, I was always good at racing, and I would have beat him, but I always let him win because we'd have the funniest fights afterwords where I'd insist he cheat-"

I stopped abruptly and shook my head, staring down at my folded arms. "He tried to kill me because he lost all of his funding from his uncle. I survived, obviously, it wasn't that bad. He joined Tiger's crew and I haven't seen him since I moved here. I haven't had a chance to get him back. So, that's why I really moved to Forks. I had to get away from him, and I didn't even know he was alive until today. I always assumed Tiger got the best of him. No one lives too long in Tiger's crew... So, now Tiger has Midori, a really close friend of mine, and I have to race D.K. In order to get her back. I owe Hann from last time."

"Who is Hann?" Edward asked, not liking the D.K. Detail or the Hann that apprently seemed to be in my life.

I looked Edward square in the eye. "He's like a brother to me. We've been friends for years and years. I can't even remember not knowing him. Can I go, now? I really have to leave."

"It's way to dangerous. I forbid you fro-" Edward began, but I interrupted him quickly.

"You forbid me?" I laughed. "That makes me want to do it more. So, I swear to God, let me leave to pack, or I'm going to have to resort do desperate measures. Jasper will drive me to Phoenix, won't you, Jasper?"

"Sugar, don't drag me into this."

I shot him a look, "Won't you, Jasper?"

He sighed, "Yes. I suppose I would."

I shot Edward a triumphant smirk and he stepped away from me. "I'm going with you."

I didn't protest. I didn't think he'd let me go otherwise, anyway. I made it to my truck in record speed and started it up. In a fluid motion, I shifted into reverse and hit the gas, moving out of the home in one swift movement. I didn't bother saying goodbye to the rest of them. They'd no doubt be coming as well.

My trunk wasn't the best machine to push, in the slightest, so shooting down the Cullen's long and perilous driveway made it whine in protest as I hit sixty. I kept pushing the gas though. I needed to go faster.

"This is so God damn slow!" I groaned.

"And yet you complain about my driving," Edward smirked to himself. My eyes darted to him from the road briefly and I rolled my eyes.

"Because you drive to slow," I explained. "So, yes, I complain about your driving."

"What's normal speed for you?" Edward challenged.

"One twenty," I answered without missing a beat.

Edward's eyes widened and I heard tires behind me. The whole family was coming, I noted, with a glance at the rear view mirror. "Get your car. My truck isn't going to go make it to the desert." Edward nodded and made his way toward the handle to get out of my cab. "Oh, and Edward?"

He looked at me. "Yes?"

"I'm driving."

He seemed hesitant, but I turned quickly and he tumbled out of the cab. I pulled into Charlie's house and ran through the door. "Hey, Dad! I'm home," I called throwing my keys onto the rack as I moved into the living room, towards the stairs up to my room. "I, uh, need to head to Phoenix for a few months," I added.

He popped his head out of the kitchen, giving me an incredulous look. "What? Why?"

"Midori, one of my best friends down there, she, uh... She got in a car accident and I need to make sure she's okay. One of my other friends say she's in a coma right now... I guess it's pretty serious. I need to go," I concocted, hoping he took the hint.

"Why can't you go later? Does it have to be right now?" Charlie asked.

"She could not make it later," I explained quickly, darting up the stairs. "Sorry for the short notice! I need to go now!" I started to grab my bags and fill them up with clothes and anything else I could grab that I'd no doubt miss.

"Who told you Midori was in a coma?" Charlie shouted up the stairs, following me to my room. He rested by the doorway as I rushed about.

"Hann! He and I were good friends before I came up here. I have to leave in like..." I glanced at my phone seeing it was only six in the evening. I could get down there in... about a day. It would take a little over a day to get there, but I could speed a bit. "Like ten minutes ago," I explained.

I dashed to the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and my shampoo, before putting it in a plastic bag and throwing that into my suitcase. When it was full, I zipped it up and leaned out my window, seeing Edward, but his car wasn't in sight yet. I tossed my suitcase out the window and Charlie cried out.

"Why are you throwing it out the window?"

"I'll pick it up on my way out," I explained. "It's fine. Nothing breakable."

He moved towards the window, but I pushed him away, grabbing my bookbag and filling it with my laptop and a bunch of electronics and things.

"I don't know how long I'll be gone. So try not to eat at the diner every night, but don't burn the house down. Call me if you need anything..." I breezed past him, running down the stairs. I grabbed my keys and turned towards him as he followed. "Bye, Dad. I'll see you again, I promise." I hugged him and he shifted in embarrassment.

"This won't be like the last time you went to Phoenix, right? You show up in the hospital with a broken leg because you fell out the window?"

I giggled, "No, I promise it won't be anything like that. Bye, Dad."

"Bye, kiddo."

I saw Edward's car waiting down the street and got into my truck, thinking of some plan to ditch the truck and get into his car. Perhaps I could have them take it and drive it to their house... I wasn't quite sure. As I pulled out of the driveway, Charlie appeared at the door, watching me leave with a slight wave. I returned it, feeling bad for leaving him, yet again. It wasn't like Victoria or anyone was out to get me anymore. He'd be safe.

Edward suddenly appeared in my cab as I made it out of Charlie's eyesight. "Take my car to your house, and I'll take yours?" I asked. He nodded, still obviously worried about his car.

"The keys are in the ignition already." I hit the breaks beside his car and got out quickly.

"I'll take good care of her, Edward," I promised. "I won't go any faster than you did after Port Angeles."

He seemed to remember, but was still worried. I slammed his car door shut and hit the gas, pulling in front of him in seconds. Already at one twenty. Man, he was going to regret this.

I laughed to myself as I hit the barren highway heading south on 101. I met up with Rose's M3, Emmett's Wrangler, and Carlisle's Mercedes at Newton's Sporting Store as I passed dangerously fast. I hit the emergency break, then the gas, and turned the wheel in the opposite direction of the turn I was supposed to take. The car drifted around the corner and I released the break, shooting forward once more. Alice's Porsche and Jasper's Ducatti were ahead of me. I seem to have a full entourage. A guided tour.

I hit the gas and zoomed once more.

We arrived in Phoenix in two days, the gas running on full as it was refilled just miles away. I pulled into Renee's house, getting out. Edward, who had joined me twenty minutes into the journey, tried to get out, but I waved him away. "Wait in the car," I insisted. I twisted the knob, biting my lip as it didn't open. I checked the cactus next to the door, but no key. Not even under the mat. I pulled my sweatshirt off, as it was too hot anyway, and wrapped it around my fist. I punched the glass of the door and opened the door quickly, careful of the shattered glass, and sprinted inside to the alarm. It was, after all, late in the night, so I expected a phone call. Not even seconds after I punched in the code, the phone rang.

"Hello? Ms. Dwyer? We received a signal that the alarm just went off. Is everything alright?"

"Yes, ma'am. I opened the door to let the dog out and forgot it was on. It won't happen again," I lied, inspecting the pictures on the fridge. No recent updates meaning she wasn't home and hadn't been for some time.

"I need you to tell me the code, safety measures."

I recited per their request the series of numbers that was my drifting license plate. My bother seemed to like the numbers, not realizing exactly how much danger it was. It was my drifting license plate.

"Alright. Thank you," she said. "Have a good night."

"You too," I muttered as I hung up. "Thank God that's over," I muttered. The Cullen's started to enter and I set my backpack down on the counter, moving towards my bedroom to grab my old keys for my car. Upon my return, the Cullen's gave me a strange look.

"You broke into a house," Rosalie said quietly. "And lied to a security guy."

"First off, it was a girl," I told her simply, slipping the key into my pocket. "And secondly, it's not breaking into a house if it's your own. Renee's, but same thing. I still have a bedroom here. I'm welcome here."

I dashed to the kitchen, glancing at them. "We aren't staying here, by the way. Well, we are, but not at the moment. I have to go someplace..." I scrolled through the various photos and scraps of paper until I found Hann's address. Still the same as last time. "Let's roll."

I lightly jogged out of the house before getting into Edward's car. I cared nothing for if they followed or not. Three minutes later, I pulled into a mechanic shop that was built from a warehouse. While he worked on people's cars, he lived and stored my own.

As I honked my horn, I stared at the door, where Hann came out seconds later, gun in hand. "Hey, baby," I smirked. He walked right up to me, leaning on the window. "Can you hook me up with some rims?" My seductive voice made him laugh and he leaned away.

"Darlin', I can hook you up with anything you so desire," he drawled.

"Where's White Rose?" I asked, getting out of Edward's car.

He laughed, leading me to the garage door. "She's sitting here, all ready for you."

I gasped when I saw her. She was pure white and in the center of the front hood, there was a white rose, with red blood dripping off and splashing down the sides and top of the car. I smiled and walked carefully over to her, my fingers stroking against the paint. Hann bit his lip, looking for my approval. "She's in nice condition."

"All my cars are in nice condition," he remarked. "I fixed up the paint and waxed her for you. She'll shine for years with this."

"Babe, I know that they are..." I pulled my key from my pocket and unlocked her. As I sat in the soft, cushioned front, I let out a sigh. "Oh, this is good."

"You're welcome," Hann said, laughing slightly.

I smiled. "Thanks, Hann. Oh, and baby, my friends are coming." I looked up at the sound of tires squealing. "That's them."

Alice pulled in first, parking the yellow Turbo 911 next to Edward's silver Volvo. As Edward got out of her car, he inspected his Volvo, looking for any scratches.

"White Rose never scratches anything on purpose," Hann laughed. "Unless you seriously pissed her off."

Edward glanced at him, offering a hand. "I'm Edward, Bella's boyfriend."

Hann smiled, not offering his own hand, but a nod. "So you're the one taking care of my baby girl...?" He glanced at me then, raising an eyebrow. "Is he good to you?"

"I'm bad for him," I winked. "Enough, though, Hann-san. This is Edward, and Alice, his sister. When they get here..." I glanced down the road, not seeing them. "Emmett's the big guy driving the jeep, Jasper the guy with the Ducatti, and Carlisle has the Mercedes. Rose is a bombshell with an M3 and Esme's a hot mama." I figured he'd figure it out.

"And they look lost," Hann remarked, glancing around at them. "You sure they're your crew?"

"More friends," I answered.

Edward was inspecting all the cars parked throughout the garage. He touched the waxy hood and I let out a cry. "Woah! No, you do not touch my car!" I grabbed his arm, jerking it away from the white hood. "You better not have-" I leaned over the hood, praying he hadn't messed up the wax. "You're lucky," I admitted, leaning away.

Hann set his gun down in a tool box, sitting on the hood of his own car. The Viper, as he called it, was dark green with a viper hood and snake eyes for the headlights. The sides were scaled out. It was sexy as hell. Edward eyed the gun, but I pulled my own from my back pocket, that I had also grabbed in my bedroom at Renee's. "Alright, let's get down to business. I have things to discuss." I set the gun on the windshield wipers and gently sat on my hood, careful not to smear the wax.

"The crew's coming," Hann informed me, setting his phone in the tool box as well.

I smiled, excited to see them all again. "I can't wait. That's why its so empty in here."

I heard the rush of tires and the zooming of the speed as four cars pulled into the garage. The first was yellow and had a sun painted on the hood. As soon as it stopped, Sunstreaker got out and grinned. "White Rose, my, baby, looking hot... Good to see you."

"You too, Sunstreak," I whispered seductively as he walked past me, giving me a tight and almost inappropriate hug. He had golden hair that was short and straight. His tan skin reminded me of the Arizona sand. His height was taller than Emmett's and he was just as muscular.

The second car was magenta in color and had a pansy on the front. "Bellapop!" Violet shouted, running out of her car and into my arms.

"Vi, Vi!" I laughed. "Nice to see you. You've grown your hair out."

Her bright purple hair was longer and down to the middle of her back. She was pale as I was, but was as outgoing as I wanted to be. Her Alice-height made up for her curvy, slutty clothes. She looked like a fourteen year old, and wasn't much older than that, being sixteen.

"Yeah, I love it longer."

"Me too," I said as the third car entered. It was silver and there were black music notes cascading through the back.

"Jazzy, baby!" I shouted, running to the side. "How's my bro?"

Jazz's jet black hair and bright green eyes smiled at me. "Bells. Nice. I didn't know you were coming."

I smirked, "When am I not coming?"

As he laughed and got out of the car, he gave me a hug, ruffling my hair even though I tried to escape his grip. I laughed, though, giving him a good shove. We were interrupted by the entrance of a fourth car, black fading to black in color. I knew this car all too well and didn't intend to see it again for two months.

"D.K.," I nodded formally, standing straight and holding my ground. He looked better than when I had last seen him with his golden tan, surfer blonde hair that was cut too short to run one's fingers through. He was quite hot, and he looked me over, despite Edward's growling.

"White Rose," D.K. smiled. "Why are you here, Bella?"

I glared at him. "Why do you think? You have Midori, you bastard."

He looked taken aback, but started to laugh a second later, "Oh, dear! That's right!"

I growled and took a step forward. Alice grabbed my arm to keep me from moving. I spotted Sunstreak grab Hann's arm as he prepared to beat the blonde God bloody.

"So, you'll be racing me?" D.K. Smiled, flashing his too white teeth. "What a pleasure."

I smiled. "The pleasure is all mine. I haven't had a good excuse to race you since you lost our last one."

D.K. glared at me, his jovial mood instantly gone. "That's not very nice, Belly."

I glared at him. "Don't you dare call me that, D.K. You lost that right when you shot at me."

"Shot her?" Edward demanded, but he went ignored as D.K. Rolled his eyes.

"And poor little Miko took that bullet for you that one time, remember? So brave of him." His smirk turned deadly. "I think he had a think for you."

"Oh, shut the hell up," I snapped. "Why are you here?"

He shrugged, leaning against his car, as he inspected his watch. "To see if Hann made up his mind about who was racing me." His gaze traveled to the Asian man before looking at me. "I suppose he could have chosen someone worse."

"Well, it's obviously me. Get the hell away from here," I snapped, crossing my arms as he looked me over once more.

"Not going to happen anytime soon." He walked towards me and touched my face, his warm hands caressing my cheek. Alice let go of me and I looked the other way, his hand falling.

"D.K. Leave. Now!" I muttered as he got closer, his minty breath fanning across my face.

"You want me here," D.K. Murmured and I gave a small grimace as he took a step towards me, his voice getting lower as he murmured, "You love it when I do this."

I took a step back. "I'm with someone." That was a good excuse, I supposed.

He didn't seem perturbed, though, as he smirked. "Oh, such a shame. You were pretty good." I shot him a glare, meeting his bright and mischievous eyes. He wasn't going to shut up. "How's D?"

"I'm looking at him," I snapped. "Looks like shit to me, but, well, I guess that's what a few years does to someone."

"That wasn't who I was talking about, baby girl," he smirked. I lowered my eyes from him and glanced at the car.

"He's fine. I haven't heard from him since I left. Renee took him from me. You know that."

"She took him from you?" D.K. Laughed, seeming to find this amusing. "I know that's a lie. Why would sh e take our-"

"She didn't think I could do it," I interrupted quickly. "With you gone off to murder people and have fun with whores, I was sort of on my own. So, she took him."

He didn't seem amused any longer and grabbed his gun from his belt. I made a go for mine, but he already had it pointed at me. I froze, my fingers slipping from the cool metal in the windshield. I let out a breath and he shot me a glare.

"Stop lying and tell me where our son is. Where is Derek? He can't be gone from Mommy for too long, right, Mommy?"