Three nights ago…

"Carly, get down from there!" Max yelled as Carly hung onto the ceiling fan while it spun around, Flying High Again by Ozzy Osbourne blaring from the radio.

"Ah, chill, Maxie J! Give Lunch her greens back!" Carly responded.

"Wheee! I'm flying-" Blake said, while on the living room couch, before she jumped off and fallen down onto the floor. "Yay! I'm still flying!" She groaned, while flapping her arms and legs on the rug.

"Blakie Bear, you are way too high!" Carly responded with a giggle.

"I'm high as a kite, Jadey Bear!" Blake replied with laughter.

Michael, Trevor and Franklin walked into the living room and stopped right in their tracks at seeing the girls.

"Carly… we're dead as hell. No… I'm still flying!" Blake exclaimed getting up off the floor, before jumping onto the coffee table. "I'm Supergirl! I'm still flying!" She responded, before jumping onto Michael making him fall onto his back. "Weee!"

"The fuck are you all doin'?!" Trevor yelled as he stopped the fan… and was hit with projectile vomit.

"Sorry, old man." Carly replied between laughter as Michael helped Blake up.

"Again! Again!" Blake responded happily.

"Blake, what the hell is going on here?!" Michael asked after helping Carly off of the ceiling fan.

"Hey, take it easy. There's plenty for everyone. Everyone can have the greens too." Blake explained.

"Yeah, soon as Max stops guarding them!" Lunch yelled.

"You three knew better than-" Max started to explain before Carly stuffed a pot brownie into her mouth.

"Shut up and let loose!" Carly responded, Max starting to feel the high kick in.

"Howdy, everyone, I'mma cowgirl!" Max replied, taking off her clothes, leaving her in her red and black bra and panties. "Let's get wild, girlies!"

Trevor grabbed what he could and threw it at Carly, who yelled out and turned and ran outside… when Trevor followed her, he screamed as Carly soaked him with the garden hose.

But a slamming car door got Carly to turn and spray Amanda with water until she stopped.

"I thought you left for good! Or did you get tired of that yoga instructor/fuckbuddy?!" Carly responded after turning the water off, Amanda seeing that the teenager was only in a black satin and lace push up bra and black satin and lace hiphugger panties.

"Arrgh! You little bitch!" Amanda yelled, Carly looking at Trevor.

"You were right… all that silicone went straight to her head." Carly replied, Trevor snickering.

Little did they know how much things would change…

Present time…

When Carly opened her eyes, her phone was ringing… she grabbed it and answered it.

"Lamar? What now?" Carly asked.

"Hey, you know how to drive a packer truck?" Lamar responded.

"Sorta. Why?" Carly replied.

"We need a driver, T ain't picking up his phone." Lamar explained.

'Fuck… better do it.' Carly thought. "Yeah, I'll be there." She replied before they hung up and she got ready.

As she checked her reflection and adjusted her Bullet Club tank top with the Bone Soldier logo on it, she headed downstairs and her and Ginger hugged.

"I gotta get going, Ginny. Behave for Dad and Blake, okay?" Carly explained as they let go, Carly leaving.

She met up with Lamar and Franklin in Strawberry, Lamar's eyes widening when he saw that she had her cat eye makeup on in a different style and matte black lipstick on her mouth.

"Damn, girl, what the fuck's gotten into you?" Lamar responded.

"What? I tend to change my look every now and then. Now let's go or you can kick rocks in flip flops!" Carly replied, quoting Enzo Amore towards the end and Franklin laughing as they got in the truck.

"Up to Senora Freeway, Paleto Bay." Lamar said, Carly pulling away from the curb and driving. "Where the hell would Trevor be?" He asked.

"Probably on another week long meth binge, the crazy ass fool." Franklin answered as Lamar noticed the scrapes on Carly's hands when she had switched the radio to Radio Los Santos and Check Yo Self by Ice Cube was playing during the station's throwback weekend. "You scratch up your hands?" He asked.

"Things just… got a bit crazy last night." Carly responded as she kept driving… and Franklin fell asleep.

"Alright, Violet, spill it… what happened? T wouldn't just disappear." Lamar replied quietly after noticing the bruises on the back of Carly's neck once they were out of the city.

"Look, Trevor got what was coming to him… he ambushed me, tied me up after rendering me unconscious and took me to Ludendorff. So we fought with each other… and I told him that I knew all along that Brad was in the grave. And then we got ambushed so I left him there… the Triads have him. Lamar, something had to be done about Trevor." Carly explained.

But as Lamar was about to respond, police sirens were echoing loudly and Franklin woke up.

"Oh fuck, what happened?!" Franklin exclaimed.

"Wake up, you dozy motherfucker, one time was on the ride!" Lamar replied, Franklin unbuckling himself.

"Carly, you keep driving! I'm gonna take the JB700 and get them off our tail!" Franklin responded, climbing out and closing the door. He climbed along the side, got in the car and drove it off the ramp, leaving spike strips for the police to drive over as Carly sped up.

Carly's Perspective…

Once the police were gone, we reached the rest stop and got out of the vehicles… and Molly noticed that I was there.

"What happened to Mr. Philips?" She questioned.

"Some kind of emergency happened so we asked her to fill in. Are we getting our money for the cars or not?" Franklin responded.

Molly went on about how she perceived Devin to be this maverick.

"Yeah, he may be brilliant. But let me be the first to tell you, he ain't gonna fall in love with yo' ass. Now where the fuck is my money?" Franklin responded, Molly taking offense.

"The best thing that could've happened to you in this situation has happened-" Molly replied.

"Which is your way of saying we got scammed, you little bitch!" I responded angrily, Franklin holding me back as Molly got in the car.

"That is a short sighted way of seeing things, Miss De Santa!" Molly seethed before she stood up threateningly. "And honestly with what you said about Devin eying you, why would he want some jailbait biker?" She responded smugly.

I grab Molly by her hair and put her head through the window before grabbing her again and picking her up, bodyslamming her onto the trunk of the car before Franklin pulled me back.

"Hey, chill out!" Franklin responded, Molly scrambling into the back of the car and the driver taking her away.

Damn, I hope someone kills that bitch.

Trevor's perspective…

I opened my eyes, finding myself upside down with my legs tied to a meathook by a chain and seeing Wei Cheng…

Well, how did I fucking end up here?!