Kyla : Ending the chaos
The warning bells went off the moment Ashley took that gun in her hands. I knew I shouldn't have trusted her. This is what I've been talking about all along – she just doesn't have fucking balls! And definitely no aim either. I mean, shoulder, really? She could've tried for the bimbo's chest or heart if she couldn't pop one through her skull. But no, she had to fuck up the one shot to get this fucking annoying cop off our backs.
I really couldn't take this anymore. If I could kill them both I really would have. The blonde would have been quick and easy – I had that chance – I shouldn't have blown it. Ashley was the problem – I still needed her. God, I wish I didn't. It would've made things so much easier. I should never have opened those off-shore accounts in her name. And it was too late now – I needed her in person to get the money out. Back then it sounded like a good idea, it was insurance that no-one could double-cross me. No-one knew there had to be a Woods and Davies signature. No-one knew who Woods was – except Ashley. The only thing left to do was get the money out with Ashley present, and then just get rid of her. Family was overrated anyway.
The ringing of my phone interrupted my inner rantings. I glanced down at the caller ID, frowning when it read Ashley.
Oh, right, she had my idiotic sister's phone. I threw a dirty look at Ashley, who just shrugged.
"What do you want?"
"Kyla, give it up. You know you're not gonna get away with this."
I snorted. "Watch me, Wilson. Or whatever your name really is."
"Kyla, the FBI can help you, they can work on a reduced sentence. But only if you stop – I can't help you once you're out of LA."
This was hilarious. Did she really think I was that stupid? I had Ashley to eat the bullshit she was feeding us. "Save it. I know how you work. Feed your bullshit lies to someone who will believe them."
"I can make a deal. I will let you go, right now, if you let Ashley go."
She was delusional. "Let Ashley go? Just how fucking stupid do you think I am? How fucking stupid are you? How did you get on the police force anyway?"
"It's your last chance, Kyla. Take it or leave it."
I looked over at Ashley, who was listening to this conversation quite intently. Something suddenly told me she'd missed that shot on purpose… Bile rose up in my throat. Fucking two-faced bitch!
I dropped the phone, dismissing Spencer still on the other line. "Ashley." I tried to keep my cool – I still had to get us home in one piece – and took a deep breath. "What have you told her?"
Ashley's face screamed guilty. I knew she was going to lie. "Nothing, I haven't told her anything!"
My fingers started itching. I needed a gun. "Don't lie to me, Ashley Davies! I can see it in your face!"
She was panicking. "Kyla, I swear, I haven't told her any – "
I clutched the steering wheel with one hand, the other grabbing Ashley's throat. I was so tempted…
"What did you tell her?"
She coughed, unable to break free. My fingers were digging into her jugular. I could do this all day long. Ashley couldn't, and she knew that. "Okay, okay…" she begged.
I loosened my grip but didn't release her. With a quick glance to the rearview mirror, and back on the road, I was relieved that we were headed into town. We were five minutes away… I really wanted to grab a gun. "Start talking!"
"She knows, she knows you're Kyla Woods."
I squeezed her throat so hard that Ashley cried out loud. She was lucky I didn't have a gun on me, so lucky. "I really want to kill you right now, Ashley. I really want to fucking kill you!"
She just cried. Typical.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I had to think carefully how I could get out of this. I needed to get rid of this car – Spencer have most likely alerted all the authorities of our location and the plate details. Our passports and paperwork were inside the house – right by the front door. I'd grab the papers and my gun, and make a getaway with the Dodge. Even if Spencer was close by, she'd never catch up once I opened that monster turbo up.
But things weren't that simple. When I finally parked just outside the shed, Clay parked out in front. I had papers for him as well, so he could leave with us. I jumped out of the car, pulling Ashley out with me. I didn't trust her enough to let her loose for a second.
"Clay!" I ran down the driveway, tagging Ashley along with me.
"Kyla!" He looked spooked as he ran towards us. And suddenly I understood why. The unmistakable buzz of Carmen's bike filled the air.
Time seemed to slow down, enough for me to watch a horror unfold right in front of me. I saw Carmen pull out a semi-automatic. There was barely enough time to pull Ashley down with me as the bullets started flying. Clay was still running towards me, diving, falling. His mouth the shape of an "O", his eyes wide, all frozen as he plunged down on the ground.
The screaming and crying could only have been Ashley.
And then, stupid, and annoying as she was, Spencer showed up. She unknowingly bought me time as she ran up to Carmen, and knocked her off her bike.
I didn't care what happened next. I pulled Ashley up and ran up to the house in record speed. She was fighting me all the way back to the car.
"Ashley, stop it!" I finally yelled. Her arm was bruised where my fingers dug into her.
"I'm not going with you, Kyla!" She wriggled in my grasp.
"You don't have a choice!" I hollered. When would she get that through her thick skull already?
"Let me go!" She yanked her arm hard, knocking me off-balance.
That's it. This stops, now! I held onto her, grabbed my gun which were hidden underneath my papers, and knocked her with the grip. Hard. Fucking finally! She went limp, and I let out a sigh of relief, pulling her into the Dodge. I was still itching to pull a trigger on her, but I reminded myself that I had millions waiting for me the moment I set foot in Mexico. Just a couple more days…
I was surprised to see a marked police car outside our house by the time I pulled out of the shed. Not like that was going to stop me.
Spencer was talking to a uniformed officer, who had Carmen cuffed and ready to be loaded into the back.
I couldn't help but laugh. Carmen had just screwed herself over. While she was in jail, I was really going to enjoy her cut of the money.
I pulled out of the driveway, adrenaline pumping through me as I realized this was the last stretch. All I needed to do now was get out of LA and make it to the border. Hopefully Ashley would still be out. I hit her quite hard – at the back of her head – so it wouldn't look suspicious if we got pulled over in Mexico.
Of course, the unmistakable orange Supra soon appeared in my rearview mirror. I couldn't believe after everything I've done for Spencer, she was the skank I thought she was. Madison was right all along. I hoped they were okay. I'd come back for her in Aiden in a couple of years.
By now it was evident that Spencer wasn't going to let go. I didn't know why she thought she could race me – how was she planning to stop me and what was she going to do? She had no chance against me. Then again, she was stupid, just like Ashley. In a normal world, they would be perfect for each other. They deserved each other.
Spencer was working on my nerves. She kept her pace beside me, blocking me off from side streets, forcing me into others. It almost felt like she was trying to push me into an ambush. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like what she was doing. Some usually busy streets have been slightly cleared of traffic – the bitch! That was exactly what she was doing!
My finger started itching again. It wouldn't take much to shoot out at her. I could handle the speed, I could handle the Dodge. She wouldn't be able to keep up and avoid bullets.
We practically raced downtown, I held out until I knew it was absolutely necessary to put her out of the game. I came to enjoy the semi-cleared streets. It would be a shame not to put her efforts to good use. The Dodge Charger drove like a 1970 dream.
A dream that would have turned into a nightmare had I not seen flashing lights less than a quarter mile up ahead. I had to give it to Spencer; for a blonde bimbo, she had a bit of brains. But nobody messed with Kyla Woods. There was no way I would drive into that ambush. I wasn't going back to jail. Ever.
I started panicking at the lack of side streets ahead. With Spencer trying to cut me off at each one, she left me with no choice but to start pushing her out of the way. I wasn't going to go back to jail. I'd rather die.