Bella POV

I was watching the pack play video games when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and cursed, "Fuck!"

The pack turned to look at me but I ignored them and answered the phone. "Hey, Jessica," I greeted. The packs tension eased as they remembered the mention of Jessica Stanley, thinking it was her on the other end.

"Hi, B.R. I, Uh, have bad news. Spider took Hannah and he wants me to get one of my best racers to win her back."

My heart stopped and I'm sure my jaw touched the floor. Hannah? Not her. Damn it! I made sure they wouldn't be touched by fucking Spider.

I composed myself enough to ask, "What are the terms of the race?" my voice may have wavered slightly with worry.

Jessica said quietly to make sure I heard everything right, "It's a race from Miami to Phoenix and whoever wins gets Hannah, alive and intact."

After carefully reviewing what Jess said over in my head, I told her I would be in Miami soon and to get my drifting car ready. She agreed and we hung up.

I took a preparing breath before I faced the pack's shocked faces and said, "I have to go to Miami to save my best friends life. Who wants to come with me?" Paul, Leah, Quil, and Jake raised there hands, obviously more curious than their masked faces showed.

I nodded faced Sam.

"Do you mind if I take them for a bit? They'll have access and be able to phase when necessary."

Sam hesitated, mulling over the risk of losing four of his wolves, but decided it was fine. Surprising him, i gave him a hug and ran to Jake's car.

I got in the drivers seat and told them I was driving, as soon as they had crouched in the tiny space as much as they could. I shot out of La Push at 150 and stopped at my house.

After running inside, I packed my most slutty articles of clothing and told Charlie what was going on.

He knew about racing and was fine with it as long as I did not get in trouble. He was the chief of police, after all.

I changed into a blood red tank top and black shorts. I put a red rose clip in my hair, did my make up, and slipped on my converse. When the guys and Leah saw me, their eyes widened. I just smirked to myself and gestured with my finger for them to get out of the Rabbit and follow me.

I went to the garage and pulled the tarp off my car. It was black with a rose on the hood and blood dripping over the sides.

Quil started to ask something but I said, "I'll answer your questions on the way there just get in."

They obeyed and I sped out of Forks, a final wave to a worried Charlie.

A few minutes later Paul said, "Bella, why do you have such an awesome car and why are we going to Miami?"

I laughed and replied, "Paul, I have this car because I'm drift queen. We're going to Miami because my best friend is being held hostage by my worst enemy."

Jake had stayed quiet up until this point but started yelling when I said I was drift queen.

"What do you mean 'drift queen'?"

I sighed and said, "Listen Jacob, I am drift queen. I street race and drift cars. I have a gun and have shot it before. I dated DK, the drift king! I don't give a fuck what you think about me or my life but you will not tell me what's right and what's wrong."

When I was finished with my speech, Jake looked shocked and Paul, Leah, and Quil looked proud.

"Bella, would it be wrong to ask you to have sex with me?" Paul asked cockily.

I laughed and said, "No, Paul it wouldn't be wrong but we would have to wait until we get to the warehouse because the last time I had sex in a car, it was with DK and I'd rather not relive those memories."

Paul looked lustfully at me and said, "How much longer until we get there?"

I smirked and pretended to think before saying, "Like, a few days. And I would never have sex with you."

He looked like I had just killed his favorite puppy.

Jake said, "If your life was so perfect then why did you ever come to Forks in the first place?"

Leah looked like she was ready to rip his dick off and slap him with it. Hmm, I didn't know if that was because of the sadness in Jakes voice or the fact that he was a guy and absolutely clueless.

I laughed bitterly and said, "Jake, my life isn't perfect and never will be. I came to Forks because DK shot me after I beat him in a race for fun. He said he was sorry and drove away. I went home after the doctor removed the bullet and my mom had all of my stuff packed and sent me to Forks because I was too 'wild and irresponsible to take care of-'" I stopped because I didn't particularly want them to know this part of my life yet, if not ever.

Quil opened his yap anyway and said, "Take care of what?"

I growled and he shut up.

Jake looked sick but, still, he asked, "Do you have a kid now too?"

I lowered my eyes and he snarled. "You have a kid!" my last thought was 'Uh-oh'. And I instinctfully let my fingertips brush the metal of the gun beneath my seat should he attack.

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