Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I’m a little scared, but I’m a little excited too. And my head is clearer
now. She not my enemy. She’s not that important. It’ll be an intense night,
but I’ll make sure the Saints aren’t the only ones having fun.
My phone buzzes, and I grab it, climbing out of bed. I open my door,
seeing Army walk with his kid down the hall. I close it again, stretching my
arms above my head and feel the muscles and kinks crack in my back. I don’t
think I moved all night.
My phone buzzes again, and I hold it up, swiping the screen. My toolbar
is filled with notifications.
I narrow my eyes. What the hell did I miss while I slept? Damn.
I pick one and click on it, my chest immediately caving as my stomach
rolls and vomit rises up my throat.
“What?” I choke out.
Clay.
No.