Kyla : Starting the chaos

I was livid. How dared Carmen Mendez accuse me of treason? How dared she think I would put the cops on them? Don't get me wrong, I would do anything to see that skank go down, but betraying fellow racers and, well, felons, was not my thing. It was an unspoken rule in the entire underground racing industry. And whoever dared to speak up, got killed. I'd say just ask Filipe, one of my previous mechanics, but the snitch had it coming. I was convinced now that he started this whole thing. Spencer didn't just show up out of nowhere. She was going to go down the same way Filipe did. I just had to get the little bimbo to confess that she'd been lying to me. To us. To Ashley. Oh, that was going to go down so well!

Knuckles connected to my jaw, and I flinched slightly, my body twisting away from the offending fist.

I used the momentum to force my own fist back towards Carmen. She didn't get to hit me without feeling the brunt of it. I hit her square on the nose, and blood splattered everywhere. She caught me off-guard with a kick in the stomach. I stumbled backwards, angry. Very angry. Carmen Mendez was going to pay.

"Hey! Stop!"

Security was on us already. Fuck.

I felt hands on my shoulders, arms around my waist, pulling me back. They did the same to Carmen.

"Fight it out on the tarmac, not with your fists!" What a fucking idiot. Who put bouncers in charge?

My entire crew was suddenly beside me, escorting me away from the chaos. Good. Carmen should know who she was dealing with.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ashley shrieked once we reached our trailer.

I spun around to face her, my anger far from subsiding. In fact, the audacity for this little twenty-five year old to demand answers from me was a bit infuriating. I was six years her senior – no one talked to me like that.

"What the hell is wrong with me? You forget who you're talking to, Ashley Davies."

She snorted disrespectfully. "Oh? And who exactly are you, Kyla Davies?"

She earned her second slap for the day.

And of course, along came her little blonde hero. "Hey! Get your hands off of her!"

I stared at Spencer in aversion as she came running up to Ashley's side. This was just perfect. Everybody was here now, and I could just drop the bomb right now. We'd be gone in twenty-four hours and so would this blonde bimbo.

"Spencer! I'm so glad that you finally joined us. Care to tell me why you put the cops on Carmen?" Madison's face went red, Aiden and Ashley's eyes went wide. I smiled, waiting for her to come up with an excuse. I was going to bury her right here.

"What are you talking about, Kyla?" Ashley asked, posing that eerie calmness that scared even me sometimes. I had no idea how she did that – go from angry and worked up to stillness you can't really trust – in the matter of seconds. Ashley stared between myself and Spencer.

"We've got a snitch in our midst, Ashley. Did I, or did I not warn you about this bimbo from the beginning?"

"I never – " Spencer started, but Ashley cut her off. This was just too beautiful not to watch. My sister is growing up so fast.

"Is this true?" Ashley gave her a death stare.

Surprisingly, Spencer held her pose quite well. "No."

I burst out laughing. "Oh please! Spencer, why don't you tell my dear sister about your whole little facade going to the coffee shop every day, drinking that disgusting coffee, just so you could use her for information? Just like you've been trying to get things out of me this entire time? Or how about that night we went to check out Glen and Carmen's garages?"

They were all quiet, staring at Spencer. I was proud of my little loyal crew – they did not doubt my lies for a second. At least the last one wasn't a lie – Madison was there.

"And then, you had the audacity to ask me if Ashley was mentally unstable, because you didn't believe that she was really studying…"

Spencer's eyes nearly bulged out, while Ashley went white in the face. Madison was close to ripping the bimbo apart.

Spencer lost her cool. "You said that to me! You told me – " Ashley interrupted her again. I was so proud of her!

"Wait… hold on… Spencer, you kept asking me on our date about…" Ashley's voice died down, and I almost felt sorry for her when she realized that I was talking the truth. Or thought I was, anyway.

"No, Ashley, it's not like that!" Spencer exclaimed in defense.

"You think I'm… mentally unstable?" Ashley asked her softly.

If I had a heart, I'd feel sorry for them both right now. But I didn't, and I was over the lovebirds and their little romance. "Ashley, forget about her. We need to get going." I stepped forward and touched her arm lightly, acting all sisterly.

"Mentally unstable?" Madison repeated furiously, stepping right up into Spencer's face.

As much as I would have loved to see Madison take the blonde down, I had to break the fight apart before it started. "Madison, we need to go. We're running out of time. Aiden, get her out of here."

I watched as Aiden dragged the blonde away, not bothered by her kicking and screaming. I'd deal with her when returned to get our stuff. Spencer Wilson was as good as dead.

"Out of time for what?" Oh Ashley, my clueless little sister…