I'm Going to spank Your ass

006: I'm Going to Spank Your Ass

**Damien Voss**

"It's definitely his place," Dominic confirmed, voice booming from the other end.

I nodded, phone still pressed to my ear. I brought the cigarette closer, took a long drag, and exhaled smoke out the window.

"Good. Leave Russell's boy to me and keep your eyes on the feds," I ordered, voice husky as ever.

"Yes, boss."

I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the stack of papers on the passenger seat.

With internal threats neutralized and turncoats held accountable, calm settled in—an unusual idleness that left me restless. I craved action, the next adrenaline rush.

I'd had to change everything overnight. I'd wanted this mess with Chief Russell over quickly, but the paperwork dragged on, making me want to stretch it out forever. I could have fun with this while I shoved that bastard fed in his place.

That's what brought me here—to Jordan Hayes's apartment. Gawking at his front door like a weirdo.

I could have had Dominic drag the boy over, but that wouldn't be fun. I was bored—fucking bored—and thought playing this fake-boyfriend game would be entertaining.

My face hardened in anger as I stared across at his apartment, watching for movement. There was none.

I moved my gaze back to the passenger seat, grabbed the file with his information, and scanned it.

"He works a five-hour shift at a smoothie shop down the street." I scoffed, dropping the file back. The boy was all work and no fun. I wondered how this would work in my favor.

That little bastard had a triple-threat schedule: mornings blending smoothies at Berry Hour, afternoons peddling cosmetics at a trendy boutique, nights pouring drinks at that lousy bar.

"So pathetic," I grumbled, flicking the cigarette butt out the window.

Memories of last night flooded back. My fists clenched in rage. Despite my love for violence, I seethed at being manipulated by that insolent kid.

He'd used me to beat up some thug like I was his personal bodyguard. I scoffed—couldn't believe I'd actually done it.

"What time does his shift start?" I grumbled, glancing at the file. Less than thirty minutes.

I picked up my phone, input his number, and dialed. My eyes stayed on his front door as I heard his soft "Hello."

"Boyfriend." I grinned, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. The call went quiet for a moment before he spoke again.

The little shit asked why I was calling. I arched my eyebrows, wondering what I was calling him for.

After his smartass comment, he warned me never to call again and hung up. Rage ignited inside me—no one had ever dared hang up on me before.

Logically, I should start the car and leave. But I've never been logical. I'd decided to do this dumb shit.

If I left now, I'd come back tomorrow. If I left tomorrow, I'd return the day after. So fuck that—he was going to meet me right now.

I watched him step out his front door a minute later. I shoved the files in the compartment and stepped out of the car.

Our eyes met. I loved the horror in his gaze.

Yes, bastard! Cower in fear. That's exactly what you're supposed to do.

I waved, grinning as I fed on his fear. "Ready to leave for work?" I called, crossing over to his side.

He dragged his little feet toward me.

**Jordan Hayes**

"Like hell I'm going to enter your car." I hissed, biting my hand and escaping his grip.

Fucking cute.

I turned around to face him, taking slow steps after him. "Smoothie shop from here is twenty minutes on foot. Seven minutes if I take you. Pick."

I gripped my backpack tightly, hastening my footsteps. "No thank you. I'd rather trek there."

With a sly smile, I declared, "You've made your choice."

In two swift strides, I closed the distance behind him. I snatched his backpack, spun him around, and lifted him off the ground. He landed effortlessly over my shoulder, body bent in an awkward arch.

"Fucking hell! Drop me now!" he yelled, struggling to jump down, but I held him tightly.

"Keep your voice down or I'm going to spank your ass," I warned, meaning every damn word.