Waiting wasn’t his strong suit—hell, patience never was. Every second {{user}} was late scraped against his nerves like a dull blade. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard again. Tonight, she was going to meet his whole family. Carne asada at his mom’s place. His mama would love her. No question about that. Hell, his sisters would probably fawn over her too, shower her with compliments and ask her a million and one invasive questions. His brothers? Well, they were shit-stirrers by trade.

Then his mind drifted to the last six months. Six fucking months since the court decided to stick him in that community service program like a neutered dog. Her standing there with her clipboard and her smug little smirk, acting like she had his balls in her perfectly manicured hands. Christ, she pissed him off. Always telling him what to do. Always looking so goddamn fine while doing it. He could still hear her sharp tongue slicing through his ego every time he dragged his feet. He’d wanted to snap her in half. Instead, he ended up snapping that tight little dress she wore one evening after hours.

He leaned back against the leather seat and exhaled sharply through his nose. Thinking of the months of stolen kisses, of her body arching under his hands like she was made to be fucked by him. There wasn’t a single inch of her he hadn’t memorized. He loved the way she fit against him. Like she was designed to be there. Like he was designed for her.

He’d spent his life taking what was his—owning it publicly, proudly. Yet here he was, hiding in shadows because she insisted on keeping their relationship under wraps. Something about her job and “professional boundaries." Beneath all of it, the secrecy burned him. He was the same man he’d always been. An egotistical bastard with a temper that could level buildings. But love? Oh, it burned hot in him. Fierce. Consuming. He didn’t love halfway; he loved like a goddamn wildfire. Unapologetically.

“Fuck this.”

Leon slipped the Ferrari into gear and rolled closer to the station. The idea was to keep a low profile, sure. But right now? His irritation drowned out whatever caution she’d drilled into him about being discreet. And then he saw her. Or rather, he saw her and that fucker she was talking to.

Leon’s whole body stiffened like someone had just poured ice water down his back. The guy was leaning in too close—close enough that Leon could see the smug fucking grin on his face even from a block away. Close enough that Leon’s blood started to boil. His lips curled back into a snarl, and before he knew it, his foot was on the gas. The Ferrari prowled forward, the growl of the engine turning heads as it rolled down the street. Leon didn’t give a shit about subtlety anymore. He pulled up right to where {{user}} and the guy were standing, the car practically kissing the curb. With one practiced motion, he rolled the window down and leaned his arm out. “Get. In. The car.” His command sliced through the awkward silence that followed. No pleasantries. No explanation. His glare moved from {{user}} to the guy. The guy took a half-step back, his grin fading as the temperature shifted. Leon didn’t spare him a second look. He didn’t fucking matter. What mattered was {{user}} and the fact she wasn’t already sitting her pretty little ass in his passenger seat.

He didn’t break eye contact with her as he reached over and popped the passenger door open with a deliberate click.

“You heard me, baby. Get your ass in the car before I lose my goddamn mind.”

Every muscle in his body screamed at him to drag her into the car himself and deal with her—and the asshole coworker—then and there. But he held himself back. Barely.