Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

slamming into him and falling with him.
I twist. “Clay!” I bark, seeing her hold Krisjen’s hand, looking left to
right and backing up as their wet hair flies side to side. Why the hell isn’t she
in the car?
She meets my eyes, and I start off, but something grips my hair, my scalp
screaming. “Ahhh!” I cry out.
I hit the ground, my wrist twisting and hitting the pavement, and I flip
around, blinking up at Aracely through the rain.
“Let them play, Liv,” she snarls. “Go take your little whitebread pussy
and get out of here.”
I growl and shoot out my foot, slamming her in the knee. She flinches and
hunches over, but before she can fall, Clay barrels in and shoves her to the
ground.
I suck in a breath, watching Aracely crash to the sidewalk, falling into the
curb and crying out.
I shoot my eyes to Clay. Dammit.
Milo charges Iron, throwing his shoulder into his gut, Santos and Trace
punch a Preppy, taking him to the ground, and Dallas has Callum in a choke
hold, but Callum heaves forward and throws Dallas over his shoulder and
onto the sidewalk. My brother howls as he hits the ground.
“Clay!” I rush over, grabbing her arm. “Stop!” I yell.
She pinches her brows together.
“Take Krisjen and walk home!” I shout over the storm, glowering at them
both. “This is all your fault anyway. Just leave!”
I don’t need her help. That’s the last thing I need. Aracely isn’t my friend,
but she’s practically a sister. I can hit her. Clay can’t hit her.
“Just go home!” I yell at Clay and Krisjen.
I pull Aracely to her feet. Dallas is right. None of them will pay for this.
Swamp doesn’t get away with shit. We’ll pay for everything, and tomorrow,
my brothers will be in front of a judge.
As soon as Aracely rises, she shoves me off and runs back into the fray,
reaching down and yanking Amy by the hair, dragging her off Carissa.
I turn back to Clay who stands in the street, chaos swirling around her,
making her look like the eye of a storm. The rain pouring down her face
looks like tears, her eyes glistening too.
“We’ll always be this,” I tell her, loud but there’s too much going on for
anyone to hear us. “Do you see that? Me loyal to my family, and you afraid