Page 31 of Love Above Law

"Hi, Leyna. Long time no talk."

"I know. I'm sorry. I've been a little busy. How is everyone? How's baby Gabe?"

"Gabe is great. He's getting bigger every day. He's going to be big like his Papi." She chuckles, and I can hear the adoration in her voice.

"Si. I'm sure he is. Speaking of, how is mi hermano?"

"Gabriel is good. He's falling right into the dad role."

I close my eyes and try to hold back my emotions. My brother still won't take my calls or answer my texts. Alba and I are silent for a moment before she continues. "Well, the reason I called was because I need a favor. As you know Gabriel and I are getting married in two weeks. I've decided I want to recite my vows to him in Spanish. Can you teach me?"

"Of course."

"Oh, good. You're a lifesaver, Leyna."

Over the next few minutes, Alba and I iron out the details for her to Facetime me every day. We end the call with the promise to talk the next day to begin her first lesson. A smile takes over my face when I think about my brother getting married. I couldn't be happier for him. It makes me sad he refuses to do the same for me.

Later that night I'm lying in bed, and I begin to think about the whirlwind my life has become. I'm a firm believer God never places more on our shoulders than what we are capable of handling. I'd say my limits have been tested to the max lately, but those same circumstances are what has brought me here. Am I one hundred percent happy? No. My brother not speaking to me is a big part of that, but I can say this, I know with everything I am, I'm headed in the right direction.

15

Lex

I damn near spill scolding coffee down the front of my shirt when Leyna comes walking into the kitchen. This is the first time I have ever seen her dressed up. She has her hair up in a high ponytail today and minimal makeup on her face. She's wearing a form-fitted long-sleeved sweater dress, along with a pair of black suede high heeled boots. "What the hell is that?"

Looking around, Leyna scans the room. "What?" Then notices my eyes roam her body. "Do I have something on me?" She twists and turns her body trying to look on the backside of her dress and runs her hands over it. I stand there like a dipshit—speechless as she carries on with her inspection. I can't stop staring at her.

Lifting her eyes back to mine, she waits for me to respond. When I don't, she shrugs, then turns and reaches into the cabinet behind her. I continue to admire her body. Following the path of her spine, my eyes settle on her ass where the fabric of her dress has tightened across it. The moment she faces me again, I take in the curves of her breasts, and the amount of cleavage on display

"What is wrong?" Leyna says sounding flustered.

"That," I state, my eyes meet hers before dipping down again gesturing to what she's wearing.

She looks down at herself then back at me. "Boobs? I'm assuming you've noticed them before. They're kinda hard to miss," she laughs advancing around me reaching for the pot of coffee behind me.

That sassy mouth of hers. Stepping to the side, I face her as she stirs a scoop of sugar into her coffee. My eyes drop to her red lips and thoughts of having them wrapped around my cock cloud my brain for a second before they fall back to her breasts. "I've noticed, beautiful; so will everyone else in that dress," I grump trying to make my point. No way in hell is she leaving this apartment.

Ever.

Jealousy is a motherfucker.

"I can't control others thoughts, Lex." Leyna sips her coffee and her eyes settle on mine before dropping them briefly. I know the moment her gaze lands on my cock by her sharp intake of breath. There is no way I can hide the effect she has on me. Just as fast, her eyes rise to meet mine again.

"You can't go out in that." The words leave my mouth the moment I think them.

"First of all, my body my rules, so I'll wear what I want. I don't care what others think. Second, my interview with Dare is this morning. I'm not showing up wearing a pair of your sweatpants and a t-shirt. I want and need this job, Lex."

Fuck. I forgot about the damn interview. The entire idea of her looking into this job at Rumors pisses me off. I know Dare runs his club with an iron fist and I know the security staff well enough to know they will look out for her as much as they do the other employees, but my issue lies with the men I've witnessed getting a little too hands-on from time to time. Regardless of staff taking control and handling all these situations I can't stomach the thought of anyone putting their hands on my woman.

Reaching out, I snag Leyna by the waist. Setting her cup on the counter she willingly follows my lead. My hand settles low on the small of her back pulling her body flush against mine. Her hands come up grasping my forearms. I look down at her gorgeous face. "I don't like the idea of other men having the same thoughts I do. The mere notion of any asshole imagining you in their bed or having their hands on what's mine infuriates me." Leyna's lips part and her breasts rise and fall against me as her breathing picks up with my confession

The moment is interrupted when my fucking cell rings, vibrating against the granite countertop. Several times I've come close to kissing her. I'm doing my best to give her time—give her space to breathe after everything she's been through because I don't want her to feel like I'm rushing her. All these thoughts have a chance to surface, stopping me from going further. "You should answer that," her hands fall to her sides. "I need to finish getting ready anyway. I don't want to be late for my interview," Leyna pulls away. Reluctantly I release my hold on her letting my hand slowly fall from her body.

Frustrated, I snatch my cell and answer the call. "Taylor," I bark watching Leyna walk off.

"Lex, I need you and Kai to head on in. Got a call about a homicide," Kurt states.

"Why isn't local taking care of it?" I ask him as I shrug on my jacket.