Page 21 of This Is Law 2

Instantly, whatever attitude, or pent-up aggression that I had with her, it went out of the window because I grew worried about my dad.

I knew him. He was stubborn as hell. He’s where me, and my sister got a lot of our stubborn ways from.

When it came to doctors, he didn’t believe in them.

My dad had a lot of old school mentalities about him, and he believed that doctors, and nurses were in hospitals to kill people.

He lost his mother when he was just a teenager.

He tells my sister and I that she went in for a headache, and she died under their care.

Till this day, he will tell you that the hospital killed his mother.

I’m sure Kenia was over there, begging, and pleading for him to go to the doctor, but I doubt if it was working.

You could hear the tiredness, and the stress all in her voice.

“?Puedes darle el teléfono? Voy a intentar convencerlo” I responded. ( Can you give him the phone? I’m going to try and convince him.)

That caused her to sigh again. I’m sure she’d snuck his phone to call me. Knowing my dad, he threatened her not to tell me, and my sister what was going on, and that’s why she was hesitant to pass the phone to him.

“él me dijo que no le contara a usted ni a Shai lo que pasó. Se está duchando ahora mismo. Terminará pronto. Voy a dejar su teléfono en la cómoda. ?Puedes llamarlo en unos quince minutos? Haz como que llamas, para ver cómo está. Hoy respira muy mal, así que seguro que podrás darte cuenta y, a partir de ahí, preguntarle qué le pasa,” she shared.

( He told me not to tell you, and Shai what happened.

He's taking a shower right now. He'll be done soon.

I'm going to put his phone back on the dresser. Can you just call him back in like fifteen minutes? Just pretend you’re calling, trying to see how he's doing.

His breathing is really bad today, so I'm sure that you'll be able to pick up on it, and then from there, ask him what's going on.)

I wanted to be mean, and tell her ass no, and to just hand my dad the phone, but I wasn’t going to do that.

She sounded really scared to the point that it had me questioning if he was over there beating her ass.

I agreed though, telling her that I would call back in fifteen minutes, and from there, we hung up.

The fifteen minutes felt like fifteen hours.

Time was dragging. I loved my dad to death, and I hated what Kenia just told me about him over the phone.

Then, she said that he was jumped at work.

Like, what the fuck did he have going on?

On top of that, I just talked to him like two days ago, while I was on the way home from work.

It was brief though. He played it so well in pretending that nothing was wrong with him.

He was too busy in my business, wondering what me and the boys had going on, so I wasn’t able to really get in his like I wanted to.

On top of the fifteen minutes, I allowed an extra three to go by before I called him.

I chose to put a facetime call in to him.

He answered the facetime call on the very last ring, and when he did, I could tell that he was outside, sitting in his backyard.

He was under a tree. My dad was a very beautiful man.

The kind of beauty where it made all the sense in the world why my mom had been stuck on him for years the way she was.

For a man that was in his fifties, he looked good for his age.

My dad liked to work out, and he loved running, so he was in perfect shape.

He had the same caramel skin tone as me, and Shai.

His face was nice, and clear, as if he had the best skin care routine in the world.

He wouldn’t allow his facial hair to grow out, just keeping a little bit of chin hair.

He had beautiful, fine curly hair, that he’d passed down to my sister, and I.

He smiled at me, but even through that smile, I could tell that he was in pain.

“Hi papi,” I cooed, smiling back at him.

“Mi princesa. ?Qué estás haciendo?” he asked me. ( My princess, what are you doing?).

He was playing it off as best as he could, but I could hear the pain in his voice.

I could hear the deep breaths that he took after each word that he said to me.

It broke my heart to see him like this, and to also know that he was so stubborn that he wouldn’t go to the hospital to let them help him.

Not only did he not trust hospitals, but I knew that he feared them.

My dad was the kind of person that wouldn’t speak on his fears because just like Law, he felt like he always had to show his strengths, but I knew that hospitals were a fear of his.

“Estoy descansando. Esperando a que esté lista mi comida. Papi, ?qué pasa?” I asked. ( I’m taking a break. Waiting for my food to be ready. Papi, what’s wrong?)

So far, I was doing a good job at pretending that I didn’t know what was going on with him.

The second that I asked him what was wrong, he started coughing up a storm, and he was wheezing, as if he was struggling to catch his breath.

I was yelling for him, trying to see what was going on because, amid that, the phone dropped.

Seconds later, I now heard Kenia’s voice, and she was screaming at him, telling him that she was going to call an ambulance for him, and even during that, his ass had the nerve to be yelling back at her, telling her that he was okay.

I was right there, yelling back, telling Kenia to call an ambulance for him.

She picked the phone up, so that she could look at me, and she assured me that she would call an ambulance for him.

About two minutes went by, and you couldn’t hear him coughing anymore, but she kept the camera on him, and he was stable. She was using her own cell phone to call the ambulance. The entire time that she was doing that, he was snapping on her, telling her how he didn’t need to go to the hospital.

“Papi, mejor vete. No querrás que Shai y yo vayamos volando porque sabes que te obligaremos a ir,” I spat. ( Papi, you might as well just go. You don’t want me and Shai to come down there because you know we’ll make you go.)

He was pissed at me too, sitting there looking like a grouch.

I laughed, not giving a damn about him being upset.

Kenia came back to the phone, and she let me know that they were on the way.

I told her to keep me updated with everything that was going on, and she assured me that she would.

I had her give the phone to my dad, and I was trying to pry information out of him, and see if he would tell me what happened, but of course his ass didn’t.

We hung up, but I threatened him that I would call back later, and he better tell me what was going on.

By the time I finished with them, my phone alerted me with a text message from the restaurant, letting me know that the food was ready.

I quickly went inside, so that I could pick up the food, and I brought it back to the car.

The bakery that I needed to go to, it wasn’t that far, so I was able to run in, get the pastries that I knew Law liked to eat, and once I was back in the car, I immediately called my sister, so that I could tell her the mess that just went on with our dad.

Shai was a daddy’s girl just as I was, so the second I told her what was going on, she was ready to hop on a flight to go and see about him.

I told her about the things that I had lined up for work for the rest of the day, and how I had to come into the office tomorrow morning on a weekend, having so many meetings with clients, but I told her that we could fly out Sunday to see him, and she was fine with that.

I needed to see his ass in person, just to make sure that he was okay.

I knew it wasn’t anything too serious. If it was, I would have already been headed to the airport right now to check on him.

By this time, it’s been over an hour, and I was parked in the parking lot of Sevyn’s firm.

I could see his truck parked right up front in his designated parking spot.

This morning, when I woke up, and got dressed, I already knew that I was going to find a way to come down here to surprise Sevyn with lunch, and that explained this dress that I was rocking.

Tom Ford was one of my favorite brands to wear to work, and so was Law’s.

This afternoon, I was wearing an asymmetric cutout dress by the brand, and it fit my body tight, showing of the super tiny waist that I had, and I swear the little bit of ass that I did have was poking.

Even though there was a cut out at the top, it was still work- appropriate.

I was simple with my handbag that I wore today.

It was a black Tom Ford purse that I pulled out, and placed it over my shoulder, so that I could hold the food, and the items that were in the other bag from the bakery.

I locked the doors, and I walked through the parking lot, going for the glass doors that I pulled open once I reached, and the second I walked in, that familiar scent that I hadn’t smelled in a while evaded my nostrils.

Law loved the mahogany teakwood scent. It would make sense why that would have been the scent that he liked because it was bold, and super masculine, just like he was.

There were diffusers that would be kept in the office, so that’s the reason the smell hit you right in the face the moment you walked in.