Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

But no one listens to me.
The boys open the doors, racing out of the cab as the storm rages and
gusts of wind bend the palm trees. I jump out and run, seeing Clay and Trace
run around the other side of the car.
I grab Iron by the belt and haul him back with everything I have. “Stop!”
He’s just looking for a fight. Damn him. He’s the most violent nice-guy I
know.
Milo’s BMW sits stalled, his right front tire up on the sidewalk outside
Enchantment, a boutique soap and shampoo shop. The traffic light above
bounces on its wiring as it hangs over the middle of the thoroughfare, and the
streets are empty, everyone taking cover in their homes.
Another car skids to a halt behind Dallas’s truck; Aracely and Santos
jumping out with other friends of my brothers—Carissa, Benny, and Tomb. I
spot headlights over the roof of Milo’s car, and Callum Ames drives up in his
Mustang, hurrying to his friend’s aid.
Shiiiiiit.
“Krisjen!” Clay calls.
She swings open the back door, and pulls her friend out. Krisjen
stumbles, holding her head, but her eyes are open and alert.
She sees Milo climb out of the car and run around the hood, the tire
probably inoperable, the axle most likely broken.
My hair sticks to my body, a lock draped across my nose, and I grab
Krisjen and shove her and Clay toward my brothers’ truck. “Get in.”
I turn, pushing Iron back. “Leave it,” I grit out, but his eyes bear into
Milo. Iron doesn’t give a shit about him hitting Krisjen. I mean, he doesn’t
like it, but this is an excuse for a fight, and men are fucking stupid.
He advances, and I push him back again. “No!” Then I look around.
“Trace! Dallas! Get in the car! Everyone, now!”
But Krisjen pulls her hand away from her face, seeing blood smeared on
her fingers and glares at Milo. “You son of a bitch!”
And she launches for him, her arms swinging and giving Iron the only
invitation he needs.
He dives in, wraps an arm around her, and hauls her away, pushing her
toward me before he lunges for Milo himself.
And the next thing I know, everyone is diving into the fray. “No!” I yell.
Iron grabs Milo’s collar and throws him onto the hood of his car, pinning
him with the tire iron, and Dallas crashes to the ground, one of Milo’s friends