I Don't Own. S.M does : D

Hot and dangerous
If you're one of us, then roll with us
'Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
And we've got hot-pants on enough
And yes of course because we're running this town just like a club
And no, you don't wanna mess with us

Got Jesus on my necklace

Kesha - We are who we are

"Alright!" Rosalie said, to all of us which were huddled in the back of our unmarked van. "Let's make this quick . We don't need a repeat of what happen last time, with the dogs . . . McCarty!"

We all snickered while Emmett huffed and folded his arms. Well, we had a little mishap on our last mission. Emmett's fault we were almost mauled by dogs. Not fun. All be cause he said they looked hunger. Fucking mutated animals.

Anyway here we are. Sitting in BAJEER ( Bella Alice Jasper Edward Emmett and Rosalie). I don't know, we let Emmett name the van and regretted it. Well, It was this of the shag machine. Yup. Emmett was a special one.

Well we were all special.

Which made us all criminal masterminds.

My name is Isabella Swan -Bella for short- Though my team addresses my as "Swan" . And sitting here is my damn but beloved team. How I chose such a profession. You can say I fell into it.

You know how they say the preachers kids are the worst? Well try a cop's kid. No shit. My father, Charlie Swan chief of police back in Forks, took me in after my mother, Renné ,remarried to her beloved Phil and sent me packing after he told her I didn't fit into his lifestyle.

I was told to obey and oblige to all the law and rules to out constitution.

Load. Of. Crap. Well, I grew up as a sort of a rebelish person. Not so much as I would set a church on fire, but I did steal my father cruiser and drive to my friend's house freak her out at three o'clock in the memories. Ah memories.

Which brings me to the amazing miracle I know as Alice also known as "Brandon".

Alice attended Forks high on my second year, though she was in the same grade as I. She was extremely smart. Her parent had died and her aunt took her in and brought her to Forks. Jessica and her army of skanks - Oh I mean friends . . . No I mean skanks- decided to mess with Alice. I was about to go over there and kick her ass when Alice cloaked right upside her head. There fore starting our twisted relationship.

I learned that she was from Biloxi, Mississippi and loves to shop. She seriously had a problem though almost every week she dragged me to Ports Angeles For some shopping spree celebrating any epiphany she had thought she had. Though, crazy in the head, she was certainly insightful.

And very valuable to our team.

She had this gift. Knowing. Just knowing. Knowing when someone was coming. If there's an alarm, knowing were the closes exit was. Hell, even knowing when your about to sneeze. Frankly, Its irritating.

Anyway, back to the story. After college Alice and I hauled ass to Miami. We had dreams to do something great with ourselves, we just didn't know what to do. One night Alice and I were at a bar and this pathetic excuse for a male threw his are around Alice and I.

Well, we did not take it lightly. We both socked him right in the jaw. And he didn't take that lightly. Freaking dude pulled out a knife. All of a sudden this bear of person steps in, grabs us and pulls us behind him.

The dude was scared out of wits.

That bear of a man is who I call Emmett also know as "McCarty". He's big and muscular with dimples and curly hair. He was born in Tennessee his father was a drug dealer and his mother wanted nothing to do with him.

His specialty was obviously strength

He left Tennessee hoping to get away from that lifestyle. But, he was drawn back in her met Rosalie. Also know "Hale".

She was born in Rochester, New York. Daughter to one of the most dangerous and feared person in America. She was a criminal mastermind and wanted to for a team. Emmett thought she was nuts. But he was used to that kind of scene. When He told us. Rosalie found out. And well she didn't welcome us with open arms, I'll tell you that.

The first option was death. Yeah. Emmett pleaded on our behalf and we ended up working on this team of skillful criminals. We mostly argued but we got our jobs down. Rosalie forced Alice and I to take fighting lessons. There we met Jasper also know as "Whitlock".

His specialty is sweet talking to the extreme.

At the end of one of lessons. Alice and I saw Jasper dealing. Like dealing drugs right in broad daylight, without a care in the world. Alice, well being Alice was outraged. Despite my restraints she stomped over to him and scolded him as If she was his mother I watch from afar with my mouth open.

That was Jasper Whitlock. Born in Texas. One of the most feared drug dealers in Florida. With his emotion changing ways he never once went jail, nor even been arrested.

With a smile and a touch on the cheek, Alice's Posture relaxed and she come back to me. And spoke begrudgingly.

"He's good"

And like that his was on our team and unfortunately he brought his cocky attitude. And also he brought his friend and Partner in crime. Edward also know as "Masen". Cockiest Person in the world.

Specialty smarts. Serious smarts. Like the dude has a calculator in his head.

Born in Chicago, Illinois, he was put up for adoption. The people who adopted him didn't even bother to put him a middle school. They really didn't care. He finally ran away and met Jasper and they became great friends AKA cocky Bastards.

This group was like the family we never had. A family that argued every minute

But a family.

"Swan!" Edward yelled right in my ear, waving the spreadsheet right in my face

"Daydreaming about me?"

"You wish" I sneered snatching the paper from him. Cocky bastard.

"Alright let's do this!" Alice chirped opening the door, letting the cool Miami breeze sweep in.

We stepped out.

"Headset check" Rosalie said.

"Swan, here"

"Masen,"

"Brandon, present!"

"Whitlock, copy"

"McCarty . . . " Emmett sighed. Sulking because he had to guard the get away vehicle. He gave us the nod and we descended into darkness.

"Don't screw this up!" Rosalie gave us some words of wisdom.

"Bitch . . ." I heard Jasper mutter.

Ah, Family.

A/n

Sooooo, . . . Do you like it should I continue?

DoA