(Sorry for the long wait! Chapters 5-7 were written in November 2019 and with the crazy of the holidays, I never got around to editing nor posting. Over the next few days, I will have the last chapters up!)

Edward woke with a start. Cracking an eye open, he looked around seeing his room. The darkness from the drawn drapes kept him from becoming blind. Turning his head toward the beeping of his alarm clock, Edward noticed it was half-past seven in the morning.

Sighing, he flopped his head against the soft pillow and ran his hand over his face before forcing himself to sit up in bed. Running his fingers through his unkempt hair, he swung his legs over the bed and grimaced.

He needed to report about what he, Emmett, and Jake found the other night. Edward knew he was putting it off believing he was sure that it wasn't Emmett. It was James Baker and that asshole cousin of his. Pushing the door to the bathroom opened, he stripped out of his boxers and turned the water on for the shower.

After a hot shower fifteen minutes later, he stepped out and reached for a towel. Toweling off, he ran his hand over the mirror and did his morning ritual. Back in his room, he reached for a grey tee-shirt and black jeans.

Shoving his feet into his Nike's, Edward grabbed his keys and sped out of the driveway. On a normal day, he would head to the station to meet up with Jasper and be briefed on the day-to-day, but this was different. Passing through the early morning streets of Los Angeles, it was wide awake and ready for a new day.

Passing by a Jack in the Box, Edward's stomach growled. Pulling into the drive-thru, he ordered breakfast and a coffee. Once he got his food, he opened the bag and felt his mouth water. Sipping on his hot coffee, Edward merged onto the Santa Monica Freeway toward Beverly Hills.

Traffic slowed down halfway through his trip and Edward ate his breakfast while sitting for ten minutes. Tossing the paper bag into the passenger floor, he sipped on the cooling coffee and smiled as the traffic picked back up as he passed W 17th St.

Cruising along the I-10, Edward felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Sliding his hand in the front pocket of his jeans, he flipped it open, seeing it was from Bella. He grinned like an idiot reading her message. She wanted to see him again for another date.

Sounds like the first one went well. Laying the phone in his lap, Edward took Exit 6 for Robertson Blvd and took a right heading into Beverlywood. Moving through this part of the city was fairly easy with light traffic and soon enough he was leaving the city behind and heading into the 'hills' of Los Angeles.

Turning onto the road toward the undercover house the LAPD & the FBI was using, he parked his truck and finished the last mouthful of coffee before tossing it beside the paper bag.

Climbing out of the truck, he felt sweat prickle on the back of his neck. Walking toward the front door, he could hear people inside talking. Pulling the door open, no one spoke or looked as he walked inside and headed toward the kitchen where he was accosted by Sgt. Swan and Agent Dwyer.

"My superiors are flying out tomorrow and I want to show them something! These Asian punks have all the signs of psychotic behaviors. Now tell me why shouldn't move on James Baker right now?" Agent Dwyer demanded, stopping in front of Edward.

"Because all we have is behavior. Let me get some hard evidence..."

"What we have is probable cause and we have truckers arming themselves for some good old-fashioned vigilante mayhem."

"Tell us about Hector, Edward..." Sgt. Swan spoke up, closing a file case.

Edward leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. He felt defeated and tired. This case was finally starting to wear on him. "Hector is still working on the engines but the tires don't match."

"Tell me about McCarty," Sgt Swan asked, turning to look at Edward.

Edward hid the grimace on his face. While he knew that McCarty could be suspect, deep down he was really hoping it was all James, "McCarty is too controlled for this. Like he will go suicidal on semi-trucks? Maybe his buddy Jake, but he's too stupid to pull it off."

Before Edward could bail out on his superiors, the asshole David had to talk trash about Bella. He said he would get off on the surveillance photos of her too before Edward pushed him hard enough, David flew across the room.

Sgt. Swan stopped him and pushed him back. Edward kept his eyes on David while Sgt. Swan threw McCarty's file at him and told him to read it again.

"I need a few more days..." Edward said, finally having enough of the bullshit that was being thrown at him. Storming out of the house, he climbed back into his truck. Slamming his hands on the steering wheel, he bit back a frustrated scream.

This shit was getting way too deep for him and he didn't know if he was going to come out of it alive. Peeling out of the driveway, he headed back toward Emmett's garage. There he knew Bella would be there. Bella, who seemed to calm him down as soon as he saw her. Bella, who knew exactly what to say to him. Her snark and her beautiful smile are what he needed right now.

Cruising down Beverly Blvd, he took the scenic route once he learned there was a wreck on the 101 and traffic through Hollywood would be a fucking nightmare. He knew he needed to call Jasper up and find out what he was up too, but something held him back.

As much as he wanted his best friend to know what was going on, he didn't want him involved. He passed several fast foods and sit-down restaurants, making him hungry. Instead of greasy food, he wanted a specialty made sandwich made by Bella.

Entering Echo Park a few minutes later, he turned down a familiar street and park his truck in front of McCarty's Market. He hoped Bella was inside working on something where he could bug her for a while. Climbing out of the car, he noticed it was far too quiet for Tuesday afternoon.

As he stepped into the market, a blast of cold air hit him on the face and he sighed seeing no one sitting at the counter. Taking a seat, he heard the shuffling of shoes. Looking up, he saw Bella standing before him.

"Hey, you..." she said in a soft soprano voice.

Edward smiled and reached across the counter and pulled her into a kiss. He weaved his fingers in her luscious dark locks and held her still for a few minutes. When they broke the kiss, Edward returned her smile.

"What can I get you?" Bella asked, resting her elbows on the countertop.

"A tuna sandwich and a coke," Edward replied, adjusting his body onto the barstool.

Bella smiled at him and turned away from the counter to walk behind another. She kept her eyes on Edward as she scooped the cold tuna onto a slice of white bread. Grabbing another slice, she pressed the top slice down and reached for a paper towel.

"Bad day?" she asked, coming back around the counter to place the sandwich in front of him. Reaching underneath the countertop, she pulled out a coke and set it down. Edward reached for it and cracked it open before taking a long pull.

Setting it down, he reached for the sandwich and paused before biting down. "You could say that. One of those days you don't want to walk into work because you know it will be a shitstorm."

"Oh, yea," Bella said, leaning back onto the counter. "I know those days."

"So what are your plans for tonight?" Edward swallowed his bite of the sandwich before asking.

Bella shook her head, her hair falling around her, "I don't know. No one has made plans with me."

"You wanna grab dinner tonight? Say about nine?"

"Yea, that sounds great," Bella said, giving him a quick smile before grabbing a thick notebook. They sat in silence for a moment before the front door opened. Edward sat his sandwich down and turned around. Emmett walked in flanked by Rosalie.

Tipping his chin at Emmett, Edward turned around to pick up his sandwich. A clap on the back from Emmett as he passed by, Edward watched as Emmett and Rosalie waved at Bella as they disappeared into the back room.

Edward shrugged and popped the last bite into his mouth and chewed it quickly. Grabbing the half-empty cake can, he downed it and set it back down. Pushing himself off the barstool, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Tossing a ten on the countertop, he leaned forward and grabbed Bella again and kissed her soundly on the mouth.

"I'll see you tonight. Your place?" Edward mumbled against her lips.

"Yea, that sounds great."

Edward leaned back and looked around to see if Emmett was nearby. Not seeing him, he turned away from Bella and walked out into the sweltering LA heat. Climbing into his truck, he turned it over and reclined in his seat, letting the cool air from the AC do its magic. He smiled, knowing he had another date.

Later that evening, Edward pulled up to the McCarty house with a party in full swing. He had to park across the street since the driveway was full. Shaking his head, he grinned seeing someone hanging out from the upstairs window. Walking across the street, he glanced left and right before running. Stepping onto the sidewalk, he ran a hand through his messy hair and climbed the stairs.

He stepped onto the mat and knocked loudly on the door. Apparently, no one heard him until he knocked again as someone was passing by the door. A tinkling of a wind chime was the only sound on the porch. Shifting his feet, Edward shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited. The door opened a second later, revealing the one fucking person he didn't want to see.

"What the fuck are you doing here, pretty boy?" Jake sneered at Edward. "No one invited you."

"I fucking did," Bella said coming down the stairs. "Now get the fuck out of my way."

Edward chuckled as she pushed Jake aside. His breath caught in his throat seeing her dressed in an off the shoulder yellow dress. She looked beautiful. "You ready to go?"

"Yea, I am." Bella shot him a grateful look.

Taking her hand in his, he led them down the steps and toward his truck. Ever the gentleman, he opened her door, earning him a kiss as a reward. Climbing into his side, he turned the truck on and sped off.

Turning onto Sunset Blvd, he turned his head to glance at Bella, who smiled back at him.

"I'm sorry for Jake," she said, gazing out the window.

"What for?"

"For always being such an asshole to everyone. He's known me since I was a kid and thinks he's like my protector or something. I have Emmett for that," she huffed. Edward realized this was an old issue.

"It's not a big deal. He needs to learn to keep his mouth closed," he agreed as he switched lanes. The first date they had, Edward had let Bella pick the place but tonight it was his turn.

Turning into the parking lot, Edward winced from the brightness of the restaurant. Lanterns hung from the roof, letting off a brilliant glow of welcoming and festivities inside. Parking his truck, Edward hopped out and rushed to the other side to open the door for Bella.

It might be the 21st century, but he was still a gentleman. Taking her hand, he led them inside the building. As they stepped into the lobby of the restaurant, Edward's senses were overwhelmed with the aroma of sweet, savory, and bold scents of food and beer.

The hostess led them to a small table outside where they could dine. There was another couple eating alfresco but kept to themselves. The couple had no intention of bothering Edward and Bella. Their server took their drink order, she left them alone.

"So why do you work for your brother?" Edward asked, playing with the straw in his drink.

Bella chuckled and closed her menu. "It's easy. I mean we both run the garage. He does all the mechanic work and I take care of the books, why?"

Edward shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the menu briefly before turning his eyes back to her. "Just wondering. I just figured you'd want to do something more with your life."

"Oh?" Bella asked, leaning closer from her seat across from him. "Like what would I do?"

Again, he shrugged. He wasn't sure why he asked the question. Maybe he was hoping she would say something that would keep her brother innocent. "Don't know, what do you like to do?"

"I like to cook."

"Then go to culinary school or work in the kitchen at a restaurant."

She scoffed at him, shaking her head and reaching for her menu again. "As if he'd let me."

Their server arrived in time to keep Edward from shoving his foot in his mouth and asked what they wanted. Edward ordered the Lechón Asado while Bella chose something lighter, Camarones al Ajillo. The server smiled at both of them and took their menus.

Unbeknownst to the young couple, Emmett and his crew hijacked another semi-truck. This time, they were successful with no causalities. Bella didn't know about her brother's extracurricular activities, nor did she want to know that her brother was criminal, despite going to jail.

Edward smiled at Bella as he paid their server, hoping to get out of there quickly. Taking her hand in his, he pushed his chair in and led her out of the restaurant and toward his truck in the half-empty parking lot. Pushing her against the door, Edward loomed over her and pressed his lips against hers.

They kissed hungrily, wanting more from each other. As they kissed, Edward opened her door and helped her in before running back to his side and climbing into the driver's seat. A few minutes later, they peeled out of the parking lot and took La Cienega Blvd toward I-10.

Once they merged, Edward had difficulty driving, knowing that his addiction was sitting in the passenger seat. He could feel her eyes watching him as he merged onto the I-10 and began weaving in and out of the late-night traffic.

Thankfully, it was a late night, and he knew how to drive. The city lights of downtown Los Angeles gleamed like a beacon from this left side as they passed the city before exiting on 16A.

Bella squirmed in her seat, thankful it was dark in the truck. That kiss he gave her blew her away, and she wanted more. No man had ever kissed her like that. She wanted more. Bella reached over and placed her hand on his thigh, squeezing it gently.

She watched him as he drove noticing he was an exceptional driver. No wonder Emmett was partial to him if only for Edward's driving. Tearing her eyes away from Edward, she looked around and realized they were somewhere near Huntington Park. So he lived out here, did he?

Sitting back into the soft cushion of the chair, Bella watched with interests as he drove down a dimly lit road and pulled into a non-descript house. It was one of those houses that could have been built anywhere in California.

Once he parked, Edward turned off the truck and nearly jumped out of his truck. Rushing around, he slowed his steps, as if not to appear eager and opened Bella's door gently. He stepped back as she climbed out of the truck and closed the door.

Taking her hand, he led her through the empty garage and into his house. Flipping on the light, he tossed his keys on the counter and turned around to see Bella's eyes take his kitchen in. Pulling her close to him, he leaned down and kissed her. The last thing he remembered was nearly tripping over his shoes as they fell into bed.

A ringing noise woke Edward. He was sleeping comfortably behind a naked Bella who was lightly snoring. Reaching for his phone in his pants beside the bed, he flipped it open.

"The hijackers have hit again. We have decided, we move on James Baker at 1700 hours. If you agree, just say yes." Sgt Swan said.

"Yes."

"Who is that?" Bella asked, waking up to hearing Edward talking.

Instead of answering her, Edward leaned forward, giving her a smile before kissing her mouth. They kissed slowly as Edward pushed them back toward the bed.

The next day was sunny and clear for a day of busting in someone's home. Edward stood around with the rest of members of the force along with SWAT, preparing to infiltrate James Baker's home. He squinted against the harsh sunlight and hoped he was doing the right thing. He hoped it was James and not Emmett.

"You ready to go?" Jasper asked, coming to stand beside him.

Edward's eyebrows raised to his hairline. "You're coming along?"

"Fuck yeah, I am. I can't wait for this. Busting down a door..."

"It's not like this is your first time..." Edward muttered, his mood shifting around.

Shoving the black balaclava over his face, he took a shuddering breath hoping he didn't forget to breathe. The smell of cotton busied its way into his nostrils and he slapped his hat on his head.

FBI, SWAT and the local cops rushed toward the many unmarked cars waiting to carry them toward James Baker's house. Edward and Jasper climbed into separate cars. Half the cars would find Laurant and the rest would be on James Baker.

Across town, police found Laurant having an early lunch with his crew. They rushed in guns out searching for him. Laurant sprung to his feet and tried to escape just to have some cop body slam him on the ground before forcing handcuffs on him.

Edward kept his eyes on the back of the passenger seat. His mind drifted from what he was doing and what he did last night. The feel of Bella's soft skin against his had him wishing he was with her instead of here. His eyes flicked out the black-tinted windows to see they had pulled into an upper-middle-class neighborhood.

Parking the SUVs at the end of a cul-de-sac, Edward followed the running cops toward a nice two-story white home with the standard burnt orange roof.

Inside James Baker and his family did not understand what was about to transpire.

Black uniform officers kicked in the front door as everyone moved in to hunt down James Baker. Three officers found him sitting in the dining room eating with his family. Their guns aimed at him. Edward stood to the side, his gun trained on the rest of the family.

He watched in with trepidation as a man, who he presumed was James's father, slap him before the police cuffed and dragged James out of his home. Edward never noticed the hate coming from James's face as the police dragged him out of his home. Edward lowered his gun and followed the squad out, stopping for a second to glace at Sgt. Swan.

Returning to the undercover house later that night, Edward walked over the bridge and into the house where he found Agent Dwyer on the phone talking. Taking a seat, he wished he was anywhere but here at the moment.

Yes, they arrested James Baker. Now they were waiting on what evidence they could compile against him to take him to trial, then hopefully jail. The house was empty except for Sgt. Swan who was nodding off and Agent Dwyer who was on the phone talking quickly.

"The DVDs were purchased legally." Agent Dwyer's voice came from the back of the house. "All we have on them is some illegal gun purchases and a few speeding tickets."

Edward refused to turn around and look at Agent Dwyer. He, like everyone else, believed it was James. His gut twisted violently as he realized that Emmett was one of the hijackers. This would complicate things between him and Bella.

"Is this the intelligence we will get from you, Cullen?" Agent Dwyer spat, walking into what used to be the living room.

Edward turned around slowly, keeping his face controlled. "You're gonna pin this on me? You can't do that!" he said coming to his feet.

"Oh yes, I can. I can pin this on whoever I want." Agent Dwyer retort. "Oh, and by the way, I don't care if you have to put a gun to someone head, you have 36 hours to crack this case or you might want to think about another career."

Dogs howled in the distance as Edward stormed out of the house, Sgt. Swan stopped him claiming it has to be McCarty. No one else could have the motive to do this. Edward stopped in his tracks, listening to his superior. That gut-wrenching feeling was back.

"I know you've been lying to me, but what I wanna know is why you can't get past Bella to figure this out."

Edward's head snapped around to stare at Sgt Swan. The man stood there in his jacket and slacks with balding hair, the look of contemplation on his face as he tried to help Edward out of this situation and bag McCarty.

"Listen, I know you like the girl, but this is your job. Your job is to catch the criminal. No matter who it is." Sgt. Swan stressed.

"He won't go back to prison," Edward mumbled.

"Well, he may not get a choice."

Edward turned and refused to look at his superior, he was lost in his thoughts about what he needed to do. What was right and what was easy? The right thing to do was to catch McCarty doing something illegal. The easy was... well he didn't want to think about the easy way.

The thoughts plagued him as he drove home that night. His eyes steady on the surrounding traffic, he barely noticed when he pulled into his driveway. He wanted to call Bella. He wanted to warn her and tell her who he was. Maybe she could get out before shit got ugly.

He wanted out. If he had not taken the case, he would be here. Could he really do it? Really bring in McCarty—someone he had grown close to over the past few weeks? Could he do it to Bella? He could see her now. Tears streaming down her face as her eyes threw daggers toward him. He knew she would try her best to kill his ass for lying to her and her family.

The next afternoon found Edward climbing into the driver's seat of the ten-second car he owed Emmett. Emmett's crew had taken care of the rest of the work and the car looked like it could win races—as long as the driver didn't fuck up.

Emmett climbed into the passenger seat, a stack of files in his hands. Placing his hands on the steering wheel, he ignored two of Emmett's crew, who were standing around.

Turning the car on, he vaguely heard the cheers of the crew before he sped off. The roar of the engine hot in his ears. He could feel the rush in his veins. The way the car moved underneath was precise, and it felt like it called to him. His other car, the one he wrecked was nothing compared to the fine craftsmanship of Emmett's crew.

Speeding along the coast, neither Edward nor Emmett spoke until they came to a red light. The glaring sun poured down on them as the heat soaked into their clothes. Coming to a stop, the men glanced over at a car.

"What's the retail on a car like that?" Edward asked, smirking.

The guy in the driver's seat sneered at him, running his hands over the steering wheel. The woman in the passenger seat looked over intrigued by the scene.

"More than you will ever afford. Ferrari."

Edward nodded at the man, unimpressed. If there was one thing he hated the most was an asshole. Especially a rich asshole. He and Emmett stared at the man, who revved the engine to the Ferrari. Edward, like all men, wanted a Ferrari.

"Smoke him," Emmett ordered Edward, who planted his foot onto the accelerator and gunned it.

Both vehicles were neck and neck as they raced down the stretch of highway. The wind whipping around them as Edward kept his eyes on the road. The blur of orange whipped by any passerby. Weaving in and out of traffic, he never realized Emmett holding on for dear life. He was fully concentrated on winning this impromptu race.

He was half a mile ahead of the black Ferrari when Emmett told him to pull over at a side of the road restaurant. Pulling into a parking spot, Edward got out of the car. Closing the door, he watched as the Ferrari zoomed past them.

Walking into the restaurant, he smiled at the server who seated them by the window. Edward sat down, his mind a whirlwind of the possibilities that Emmett could be the leader of the hijackers and he wished he wasn't sitting across from him.

This friendship, if you will, was something that Edward was true about. Everything else was all a lie. Did he want to turn Emmett in—if they found him guilty? Fuck, no. He didn't want to destroy what he was unknowingly building.

A family.

"So what's the problem?" Emmett asked him, setting down a file on the chair beside him.

"N—Nothing, Em," Edward replied, feeling the frustration build in him. It was a waiting volcano inside him.

"Something is wrong, I can see it. So spill."

"I have my good days and I have my bad days," Edward replied, vaguely averting his eyes away from Emmett's. Truthfully, he believed that if he looked at Emmett, he would spill his secrets.

The conversation he had with Sgt. Swan ran through his mind. He needed to complete his job. Edward realized that he needed to change tactics. His boss, his job was riding on him finding out who the hijackers were. Possibly he was sitting across from him. Pushing his fries around on the plate, he frowned at the fries.

"You know you can't lose your cool man," Emmett said calmly reaching for a popcorn shrimp. "You can make some real money if you keep your head."

"Real money? Really, Emmett?" Edward said, pushing the food away from him. He could feel Emmett's eyes on him and wondered where this was going.

"Yea..." Emmett drawled, popping the shrimp in his mouth.

"I barely make enough as it is working for the auto store. I need to make a bit more on the side... like you," he finished, reaching for another fry and dipping it in the ketchup.

"Like me? What do you mean?"

"I'm not stupid," Edward snapped, looking out at the car in the parking spot. "I know there is no way in hell you make enough at your garage to pay for everything you won. There must be something more that you're doing, and I want in on it."

He watched Emmett think slowly about what he said. Maybe, just maybe he finally got through to the man. They eyed each other for a long minute, both contemplating one another. Until Emmett conceded and reached into the pocket of his opened shirt and pulled out a small white business card.

The card slid slowly across the wooden plank table and right into Edward's hands. Finally! Fucking something was finally going his way. He looked down and gingerly picked up the card and looked at it. It was directions...to Race Wars.

Holy fuck and damnation. In his mind, Edward nearly stomped his foot in frustration. Directions to Race Wars? The fuck was this going to prove to Emmett that he wanted in on the heists.

..."You do well here, then we'll talk." he barely heard Emmett reply over his mental screaming.

The next day was blistering hot as the whole crew drove out the fucking desert where they hosted Race Wars. When the rocky and dry landscape of Southern California graced his eyes, he tried gearing himself up to a race. It was going to be the race. The race that would secure him on Emmett's crew.

And a way to catch a criminal.

As he pulled into the long drive toward Race Wars, Edward leaned back into the driver's seat and looked out the window. Driving up to the gate, he could see it was fully packed with beautiful girls and men with lots of money. Security was everywhere.

He did not miss the sign that said this was government property either. These people were not only breaking the law with illegal street racing, but they were trespassing on government property. He almost felt like a criminal as he drove through the gate.

He could see a row of cars, each had the hoods opened. Men and women were tuning and prepping their cars for when it was their turn to race. There were tarps to keep the sun off the patrons and music to keep them entertained.

In the distance, he could hear the roar of engines as two more cars faced off on the drag strip. The cheering was almost louder than the music.

Finding Emmett's trailer a few minutes later, Edward parked his car and got out. As he did, Eric stepped out of the trailer. His eyes were wild, and he twitched a bit, his feet rushing toward the drag strip.

"What's up Eric," Edward said, chasing after the energetic man.

"'Sup Edward..."

"What are you doing, Eric?"

"Gonna drive. Got my pink slips in my hand."

"Dude, you can't bet your dad's Jetta."

"Oh fucking yes, I can. The dude is driving a piece of shit Honda, I got this. I can't lose." he said confidently.

"Shit!" Eric said, rushing across the way and getting into his car.

"Who is he racing?" Edward asked stopping on the passenger side of the car.

The competing car pulled up beside Eric's and the driver rolled down the window. In the driver seat sat James Baker. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the three men. Edward could see the hatred in his eyes. He didn't like it. Something bad was about to happen, he fucking knew it.

"Eric, you can't do this..." Edward pleaded with him as Eric ignored him and pushed down on the accelerator.

Edward stood back, his hands fisted in his hair and watched as Eric monumentally lost to James Baker. He could almost hear the anguished scream from Eric as James flew past the finish line.

He and the others watched as Eric kept driving and pulled away from the race.

"The fuck happened?" Emmett asked watching the car disappear.

"He just raced for slips... and lost."

"Shit." Emmett cursed, trying to rub away an incoming headache.

Edward sighed and wished Eric had listened to him. This was a fuck-up from hell. A minute later, James pulled up to their trailer demanding where Eric was going.

"Where the fuck is he going?" James pointed at the disappearing car.

"Gonna get it washed.."

"Well, you need to bring back my car!" James demanded, stepping closer to Emmett. Edward took a step closer, his eyes on James.

"McCarty!" James bellowed following Emmett toward the trailer. Edward caught Emmett's eye and the tiny shake of his head, telling him to keep his ass back.

"SWAT came into my house and disrespected me and my family. All because someone ratted me out... and I know it was you!"

In a flash, Emmett had turned around and threw a right cross against James's face and catching him off guard. James fell down into the dirt, while Security started pushing their way through.

Pinning him to the ground, Emmett kept punching him in the face, fucking his face up. Edward ran over and pulled Emmett off him before security pushed him away and took over. Standing there huffing, Edward ran his hands through his hair and prayed Bella wasn't around to see her big brother fighting.

Deciding to let it go, Edward stood there and looked around at the crowding people. The security stopped to let them know they were giving them a warning and one more incident, they would kick them out of Race Wars. Nodding his head, Edward walked off to find a beer and a moment to chill. His race was coming soon, and he had to prepare.