Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

nearly naked body in my arms.
“Well, what do we have here?” He sneers.
“What the hell do you want?” Liv growls, shooting out her leg to kick
him back, but he grabs her foot instead.
Milo bends down, peering inside the car. “Goddamn.”
“Hey, what’s going on?” someone shouts, and I realize it’s the driver.
“Help!” I shout.
But Callum yanks Liv, and she screams. “No!”
I lunge, slamming my fists and trying to hit anything I can—his head, his
arms, anything to loosen his hold.
But he has her. He sweeps her out of the car and away from me.
“No!” I cry.
“Ahhh!” Liv yells.
“Time to pay your dues, bitch!” Callum spits out and throws her over his
shoulder.
I go after her, but the door slams in my face. I pull the handle, slamming
my body against the door, but I can see Milo leaning into it through the
broken window.
“Livvy!” I scream.
“No!” I hear her muffled cry.
Finally, the door gives away, and I bolt through it, falling onto the road. I
climb to my feet and spin around, seeing Callum’s car and Milo running to
the passenger side.
I run as they climb into the car, but Callum hits the gas, speeding in
reverse and whipping the car around in a one-eighty, speeding off down Main
Street.
“Liv!” Two other cars follow, the rest of their crew, but I don’t know who
it is. I didn’t catch any other faces.
“I’m calling the police!” the driver exclaims.
But I shake my head. The police won’t know where to find them, and
even if they did, they’ll show up before Liv’s brothers can fuck Callum and
Milo up. I don’t want them in our way.
I pull out my phone and Google Jaeger’s Lawn Service. A moment later,
one of them picks up.
“Trace…” I cry.