Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

hunching over a little. I barely have time to be impressed before the back of
his hand sends her flying to the ground.
My brother grabs my shoulders, trying to throw me out of the way, but I
dig in my heels, wanting to jump on Milo’s back and bring him down, but
Iron is about to end his life, and my brother is more important right now.
Clay runs over to Krisjen, but Milo reaches down and grabs his girlfriend.
He shoves her into the back seat. “Meet some of my friends,” he says,
spitting blood onto the ground. “You wanna fuck other guys? You can fuck
them.”
The guy in the passenger seat looks over his shoulder at the dazed
Krisjen, while the guy next to her takes hold of her and Milo slams the door.
I launch myself toward the car, yanking on the handle and hitting the
glass.
“Milo!” Clay screams. “No!”
“Fucking Saints pieces of shit!” Iron growls, trying to kick the windows
in.
But Milo speeds off, all four men taking Krisjen with them.
“Liv,” Clay cries.
“Car now!” Iron yells over my head, and I turn, seeing Dallas and Trace
jumping into the truck.
Jesus Christ. Iron’s going to jail tonight.
He runs, meeting the truck as Dallas pulls it around, and I push Clay
toward the back door. “Get in.”
I can’t let my brothers do this alone. Usually, it’s their own damn fault,
but Krisjen needs help. I opened up the Bay to the Saints. This is my fault.
We climb in, Dallas kicks it into gear, and we speed off after Milo’s
douchey BMW.
“Guys, don’t, okay?” I tell them. “Please. We’ll get her and then we’re
gone.”
But no one hears me. “Where’s he going?” Dallas glances over his
shoulder at Clay.
“How would I know?” She meets his eyes and then mine, suddenly
defensive. “Back over the tracks where there’s more cops to stop you guys,
probably.”
“His house, Fox Hill, somewhere else? Where?” I question her.
“I don’t know!” she insists. “There’s no clubhouse where our men take
women to commit felonies, Liv! What do you want from me?”