WHERE IS HE?

For the first time in two years, I was standing right in front of him, the both of them actually.

These two men changed the course of my life three years ago and I’d sworn the day Cole was born that there would never be a reason for me to stand in this position.

Begging.

Pleading.

I had to put my pride aside for my son but how much was it going to cost me? I feared it would be more than I could afford and more than I bargained for.

A part of me began to regret saying no to Enzo when he had offered to come along for support but I had declined, not wanting to stretch him too thin after all he’d done for me in the past few months. Now I was all alone in the lion’s den with false confidence as I met those striking blue eyes of his.

“He's mine?” Aspen asked again, this time with a dangerous drop in his deep voice as the look in his eyes slowly morphed into what seemed to be rage.

My breath words caught up in my tightened throat and I pursed my lips, staring down at my feet, cheeks he