Page 22 of Love Above Law

"No way is that our Pizza. I just ordered five minutes ago," she remarks.

"Maybe it's Reid. Wasn't he supposed to be here?"

"Yeah, but he has a key. Maybe he forgot it." I faintly hear Alba disarming the home alarm the moment my phone rings. Pulling it from my back pocket, I notice it's Lex calling, and I answer. "Hey."

I don't get a chance to hear what Lex says on the other end because I suddenly hear a commotion over by the front door. Setting my phone down on the coffee table, I go to check on Alba. I'm shocked at what I witness when I turn the corner. "Alba, what's going on here?" That's when I see Alba on the floor bleeding from her nose.

"Oh, God!" I gasp running over to help her off the floor. That's when I notice the man standing over us. He's maybe 5ft 11in tall with brown hair, and glasses framing his brown eyes. The one thing that stands out the most is the pure animalistic, look on his face. "Who the hell are you?" I demand.

Producing a gun, the man in front of us aims it directly at me. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he seethes. He then begins to rant about how Alba is his and how she was stolen from him. The guy is talking crazy. Little by little I'm able to put the pieces together. This is the guy stalking Alba. He's the one the club is looking for.

When the deranged man begins spewing about how he left one of our biker trash friends lying on the side of the road, Alba loses it and darts around me, charging the guy. "Alba, no!" I shout, but it's too late. She's able to land a blow to his face, but the guy quickly recovers and backhands Alba across her cheek. Luckily, I'm there to catch her before she falls.

"You stupid fucking, whore!" the lunatic shouts and I place myself in front of Alba, desperate to protect her and her unborn child.

With his weapon still trained on us, we're ordered into the kitchen. "Sit," he motions toward the table. Minutes pass. Alba, and I continue to watch the man pace back and forth in front of us, mumbling to himself.

Feeling Alba squeeze my hand, I cut my eyes toward her. She motions to the floor beneath where she sits. I see her water has broken causing a puddle on the floor under her chair. Darting my eyes around the kitchen, I try to think of a plan. I need to do something—anything to get us out of here.

Alba goes onto ask the guy questions. I know she's doing this to buy us some time. So far, it's working because the guy who I now understand from his creepy storytelling of events, is Alba's former professor. The next words that come out of his mouth sends a chill down my spine. I have to act now.

"You were a bad girl Alba, giving away what was mine. But don't worry, as soon as we get rid of that little problem, you'll be mine," he says pointing his gun at Alba's pregnant belly. The moment the professor makes his way toward Alba, I take advantage of the fact he is no longer paying attention to me.

Running around the kitchen island, I start pulling open drawers. The second one I open has what I'm looking for. Grasping the large knife in my right hand, I stalk up behind the man who now has Alba cornered. Without a moment's hesitation, I drill the blade into his back, right between his shoulder blades and he lets out a roar of pain. Not missing a beat, I clutch Alba's hand in mine, and we make a run for it. Just as we turn the corner, leading away from the kitchen, a shot rings out. I feel a piercing pain in my stomach and fall to the floor. It takes me a second to realize I'm bleeding. With weak arms I bring my hands to my stomach to try and stop the flow of blood, but it's no use. I watch as my blood begins to seep out on to the wood floor beneath me. With my vision becoming blurry the world around me begins to fade. The last thing I see is Alba struggling with the man before another shot rings out. I try with everything I am to stay awake, but it's no use; darkness takes me.

11

Lex

When Kurt walked in at headquarters this morning saying one of us had to make a trip to Polson about the Santino case, I jumped at the chance. It proved to be the perfect opportunity to surprise Leyna that I would be coming to town. So, I'm on the road and have been all morning when I decide to pull the SUV into a truck stop about an hour and a half outside of Polson to grab a coffee. During that time, I decided to text Leyna which lead to me calling her. After her confession about being accepted into the university, I was about to tell her I would be in town today, and we should celebrate when she told me to hold on; that's when all hell broke loose.

I start hearing a commotion in the background and strain to listen to what is going on. "Leyna?" I ask her, but she doesn't respond.

Shit. I wait but get no response. That's when I hear the raised voice of a man followed by Leyna's and another female's voice. As much as I don't want to believe it, I'm positive an intruder has made his way into the home. My stomach fills with dread.

"Leyna!" I roar into my phone hoping she can hear my voice. Leaving my coffee sitting on the counter inside the convenience store, I sprint out the door to get to the SUV.

Jumping in, I started the engine and peel out of the parking lot determined to get to Polson as fast as I can. I continue to listen to the man terrorize them. Rage takes over the helpless feeling that settles over me, and my grip on the steering wheel tightens until my knuckles begin to turn white. I'm not there—Not being able to protect my woman guts me.

A moment of silence had me hold my breath before a raging male's voice breaks in followed by a gunshot.

I stop breathing.

My heart sinks.

Seconds go by before another shot rings out.

All of this took place just moments ago. Now, the worst kind of silence surrounds me as I continue to hang on the line. The grip I have on my cell phone tightens as the minutes tick by. "Come on baby. Let me know you're okay." My cell beeps and I quickly look at the screen. Call lost. I throw my phone at the console beneath the radio and slam my fist into the center of the steering wheel. "Fuck!"

Mile markers along the interstate fly by as I speed past them. Forty-five miles left to go before I make it to the Polson exit. For a moment, I lose all train of thought as my mind plays out different scenarios. Get your shit together. Snatching my cell, I call Kai.

"Hey, man. How's it—"

"Kai, I need a location," I call out Leyna's cell number hoping he can pinpoint its signal.

"Give me a minute."

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