Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“Not here,” I whisper to my brother. Not on their turf.
Another time. Another day. Somewhere not with cameras everywhere.
Callum tips his chin up, knowing I have the upper hand right now.
“Get out of here,” he finally tells us.
Clay stands there, and slowly, I take her hand, all of us backing away.
But my brothers stay, Dallas stepping toward Callum as Macon, Iron, and
Trace flank him.
“Dallas, no,” I warn.
But no one looks at me as Macon speaks. “Army, get the girls home.
We’ll be there soon.”
“Macon…”
“Now!” Macon yells, ignoring me.
Callum laughs, shaking his head as my brothers approach him. “Four
against one. That’s no fair.”
“It’s just you,” Dallas assures him, cracking his knuckles. “And me. Now
get inside.”
“And if I say no?”
Dallas explodes, whipping the back of his hand across Callum’s cheek,
and Callum’s chair tumbles over with the force, sending him spilling to the
ground.
I gasp as a line of blood flies out of Callum’s mouth and he lands on his
hands and knees. He grabs his face, red seeping through his fingers as he
glares up at Dallas.
“Now that’s a word I’ve never heard from you,” Dallas bites out. “Try it
out. See what happens next.”
And for the first time, as worried as I am, I can’t help but force back a
smile. It’s good to see Callum bleed.
“Now get inside,” Dallas tells him again.
Callum’s body shakes a little but his eyes and jaw harden as he rises. I
wait for him to resist—to tell my brother “no”—but he doesn’t. With a slight
smile curling the corner of his mouth, he finally turns and heads toward the
clubhouse.
Dallas follows. “Watch the doors,” he says to Macon, Iron, and Trace.
Army pulls Clay and I away as I watch my brother disappear into the
clubhouse with Callum.
“Stop them,” I urge Army as we walk.
But he just chuckles. “Are you on glue? Not a chance.”