Page 22 of Dizzy

Heavy’s made us rich, but he’s also made us vulnerable. I believe he will back my call when it comes to this woman who’s done lost her mind, but he ain’t the only one with skin in the game.

If Fay-Lee knew what Chaos was doin’—if she was helpin’ him—I don’t know how that plays out. She needs to show she can reason. A person who cannot control themselves is nothing but a threat.

“Come on. Pull it together,” I mutter in her ear.

She kicks my foot and whimpers in pain. Steel-toed boots.

“You about done in there?” Heavy shouts.

“Almost.” Ah, shit.

If we were somewhere else, I’d give her a shot and a toke. But I don’t have my flask on me.

She’s not givin’ me a choice here. I tighten my grip on her mouth. She’s tryin’ to bite me.

Fuck. It worked with Parker when he was little.

I reach around, unbutton her shorts. They fall straight down.

Damn. She’s not wearing panties. That sweet, taut ass is bare.

This isn’t about that. Focus.

She kicks up the volume again, but whatever she’s hollering is muffled by my palm.

Here goes nothing.

I back up, bend my knee, and turn her, using one arm to force her over the best I can, freeing her mouth.

Her shrill shriek echoes off the ceiling.

I haul back and smack that ass.

She goes absolutely quiet and still.

A bright red handprint shows up on her creamy skin.

Shit.

I can’t tear my eyes away. My hand is huge. The mark spans from her ass crack to her hip.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she gasps.

I smack her again. She squeals, clenches her cheeks tight. “Hey!”

I do it again. Her ass jiggles. Holy shit. I can’t believe I’m doin’ this. I should stop.

She’s still flailing and screaming, though, and it takes all my strength to keep her pressed to my thigh. Fuck. In for a penny, in for a pound.

I crack her again. The whack echoes. She bucks, tries to avoid the blow, but she’s got nowhere to go. She’s hollering, wordless. She don’t sound scared so much anymore as highly indignant.

I lay down four or five more, careful to make an impression, but not use the kind of force that would actually hurt her.

If this don’t work, I’m out of ideas.

On the eighth or ninth whack, she starts to calm. Totally silent except for sniffles and an occasional hiccup.

Both globes of her ass are glowing pink.

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