Noah said firmly with a glare as he folded his little arms over his chest and glared up at Robert, matching his brother Shaun’s glare exactly as Robert stood there, wondering why he’d even bothered to try and reason with his sons. “She stays,” Shaun bit out before his eyes narrowed dangerously on Robert, “you can go.” Biting back a few words that would have his wife going for his balls, Robert pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ignore the headache that exhaustion and the leftover fumes from the Kinnley house had bombarded him with, and focused on the two little boys standing in front of him, making the warning very clear. If he tried to leave with their mother, they would kill him. Or at the very least, do their best to beat the shit out of him and make him rethink ever coming between them and their mother again. Robert took a slow, deep steadying breath, praying for patience this morning, but by the time that he caught his boys sharing one of their secret, and admittedly terrifying looks, it was too late.
