Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

God, please.”
I step back into the living room, the TV playing Castlevania on low
volume, while Trace throws up his booted legs onto the coffee table,
knocking over empty beer bottles.
They’re drunk. But at least they’re safe. I walk over and swipe up three
bottles by the neck with one hand and dump them in the trash. I plop down on
the couch, next to Trace, Iron on his other side and Dallas in the chair.
Where the hell were Macon and Army? Did they know about the fight?
“Where’d you disappear to?” Dallas asks me, picking up his bottle off the
end table.
I sip my water. “Were you looking for me?”
He makes a face, and I breathe out a laugh. Of course, he wasn’t.
Probably didn’t realize I was gone until just now.
Trace belches and scoffs at the same time. “Just have her out of here
before Macon sees her,” he says.
I look away, not sure how he knows I have Clay in the bedroom. But
before I can respond, headlights flash through the front windows, and we all
turn our heads.
In less than five seconds, Macon is barreling through the front door, and
my heart leaps into my throat, seeing the rage all over his face.
His eyes dart over the room, his jaw set, and he lands on Iron, rushing
over with his arms flying. He swings at Iron, and I drop the glass to the rug,
curling into a ball and turning away.
“Macon!” Army shouts, coming through the front door next.
But no one moves.
“You fucking fought?” Macon bellows at him.
I steal a peek, nausea rolling through me as he slaps Iron again and again,
and even though Iron is nearly as big, he doesn’t dare fight back. He just
holds his arms over his head, trying to protect himself.
“You goddamn motherfucker!” Macon growls and then launches over and
swings at Dallas. He shields himself best he can in the chair.
“Macon!” Trace yells.
“Goddammit!” Macon fires back, slamming Iron over the head again.
“Goddammit, you lousy sons of bitches!”
“We had to, Macon,” Trace tells him.
“Shut up!” And Macon slaps Trace twice over the skull, as well.
He rises, breathing hard and fists balled as he glares down at his brothers.