Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

outlet, and I was finally able to take them out on her and I guess it didn’t
matter how. That’s all that was.
Macon steps out from underneath a car, grabbing the shop rag out of his
back pocket as he looks around to see what the commotion is.
Taking one look at Clay, he turns away, bored. “Get ’em out of here.”
But Trace steps up. “Oh, come on, Macon—”
But Macon twists his head, the look we all know well leveling Trace. He
shuts up.
“Liv said we were welcome tonight,” Callum points out. He walks over
and takes Clay’s hand in his, pulling her to his side.
“My sister doesn’t get to extend invitations,” Macon tells him, tossing me
a warning look.
I shrug. “What’s the harm in letting them absorb some local color?”
“Keep it up.” He wipes his hands. “You’re gonna absorb my boot in your
ass.”
Yeah, yeah.
“Finish your fucking Night Tide on your side of the tracks,” he tells them.
Clay stares, her eyes shifting between my brother and me, looking like
she expects me to intervene, and why the hell would I do that? Honestly,
they’re lucky to get out of here unscathed. Macon is taking it easy.
“Come on, Clay.” Amy pulls at her friend.
“It smells like shit over here anyway,” Milo adds.
They start to drift toward the bay doors, but Clay refuses to budge. She
pulls her hands free. “No.”
“Come on,” Amy urges. “I’m already fucking bored.”
You mean scared, Amy? I hold in my laugh.
“I said no.” Clay steps up toward my brother, and my heart stops for a
moment. I stand up straight.
“So, what were you?” she asks him. “Navy? Air Force?” But she doesn’t
wait to hear his answer. “It’s a free country. Everything you fought for.”
“I fought to preserve democracy, not practice it.” He still doesn’t look at
her. “Get the fuck off our land.”
My eyes dart between them, Clay to my left and Macon to my right, alert.
No one, except maybe family, speaks to him like that, and while I’m kind of
enjoying it, she’s going to find out why really soon if she’s not careful.
No one leaves, the air in the shop thick with tension. Macon looks over,
his dark eyes looking black under the bill of his cap. “If you don’t move, I’ll