Chapter 101

“Mom, are you okay?”

Enzo asked, and I couldn’t help but glare at Vance because this was *all* his fault.

He had the audacity to laugh when I winced, my thighs still sore from last night.

The bastard had a smug look, like he’d won some unspoken game.

Our son—completely oblivious, thank God—just tilted his head, confused.

“I’m fine, baby,” I muttered, squeezing his small hand.

Vance leaned in, his