Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

Goddammit. We have what we need. We’re safe.
Macon, Iron, and Trace linger outside the door, keeping watch as Dallas
gives Callum everything he deserves and more.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Clay grabs me once we’re clear. “They
didn’t…”
“I’ll be fine.” I kiss her.
“We have the footage,” Army tells me. “You want me to erase it?”
I look up at my brother, knowing that when Clay called, he would know
where they took me.
“Footage? What do you mean?” Clay inquires.
“Cameras,” I tell her. “That’s what Callum was talking about at
Mariette’s. About the break-in? He gave me the key to Fox Hill. If I played
nice with one of their escorts, he would play nice, too. He would give me his
role in the play.”
“And you agreed to that?”
“Of course not.” I take her hand, trying to calm down the worry in her
eyes. “It was never going to happen. My brothers used the key to get in and
plant cameras throughout the facility. Now we can stockpile enough secrets
and footage to keep St. Carmen off our backs. Callum will have more parties.
And I’m sure that’s not even the worst of what’s going on there.”
“But you took the role?”
“Hell, yes. He tried to take my dignity,” I retort. “On many occasions in
the last four years, Clay.”
She closes her mouth, her eyes softening as I’m sure she realizes she did
the same thing, many times over the years. The comments, the looks, the
snide smiles…
But she takes the back of my neck and presses her forehead to mine,
closing her eyes, and I don’t see any of that anymore. All I see in front of me
is my favorite thing in the whole world.
After a moment, I look to Army, not sure I can ever watch what could’ve
happened to me in that room, but it’s the first log in the fire. We can’t delete
it. “Store the footage,” I tell him.
I take her hand again, and we move, loading into one of the trucks.
“We should have Milo arrested at least,” Clay says.
“You know the law will protect them,” I point out. “We end it here,
hopefully it stays that way. For us, secrets are a better weapon.”
“And if not…” she adds, tossing the knife on the dash..