Kayla, speaking ­angrily. “You've done this, you've turned my own brother against me!” He glared at Ramon. “And you! All you want is to sleep with the little bruja! Do you care nothing about our people, our barrio?” He added something else in Spanish, spitting out the words, and ­Ramon suddenly lunged for him, hands reaching for his throat.
Kayla jumped back as the two men fell to the floor, Carlos trying to keep Ramon from strangling him. Ramon landed one solid punch on Carlos' face before Carlos shoved him away. The younger man fell back against the couch, started to get to his feet again, and fainted.
She had started toward Ramon when Carlos' voice stopped her. “Don't touch my brother, you little puta,” Carlos snarled. “Stay far away from him.”
Kayla backed away toward the hallway, frightened by the look in Carlos'