Next in Line (Monarch of the Kohler Mafia) Book 5 of the Köhler Series

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Peyton sat up on her bed, rubbing her eyes. She reached over for her phone on the nightstand as a message dinged.

Oriah💕: Hey Pey, This is Oriah. I haven't heard from you since that night, and I just wanted to see if you were okay...

Peyton raised her brow as she began texting back. The number was saved in her phone and everything, but she didn't remember putting it there, which confused her.

Peyton: How did you get my number? And why is your number saved in my phone?

Oriah💕: When you were sleeping, I exchanged our numbers. Sorry if it was kinda weird. It's just I seen all of you, and I didn't want to lose touch.

Peyton: Well, that's fine, I understand. I'll text you later tho. I still haven't got myself together for the day yet. Would you mind if I text you later?

Oriah💕: Not at all. I shoulda know you were busy or it was too early. Just text me back, so then I know it won't be a bad time...

Peyton: Ok

Peyton simply replied. With a loud sigh, she began getting ready for today. After showering, doing her hygiene, and putting on her clothes, Peyton slipped on one of her beanies while grabbing her phone.

"Guten Morgen," She greeted the rest, and they all said it back.

"So you mean to tell me. After eighteen fucking years yo old ass decides to show your face? I ain't tryna be mean but shouldn't your ass at least really die from natural causes?" Paris said with a confused face.

"Queen," Rodney chuckled.

"What, Rodney? I'm just saying what everyone's thinking." She shrugged.

"That was rude, Paris... For your information, I'm good health for an eight-two-year-old man." Axel said, and Paris rolled her eyes. "Yes, I faked my death to protect all of you. I would never do that shit intentionally to hurt any of you. All your asses, you're like my children, you know that. Plus, my mother lived for a long time. Why can't I? Conard still living, and his old ass is eight-six, or is it eight-nine?" He laughed.

"I don't think she's saying you can't live for a long time, but you really just left for almost twenty years. Like come on, I'm hitting forty-seven, and the last time I saw you, I was twenty-eight." Rodney looked at him.

"Dad cut him some slack. He just said he left to protect us." Riley said, making Rodney look in her direction.

"I don't like it either, but all of you are bitching. His old decrypted ass here now, and there's nothing we can do but be pissed. Stop bitching about it," Victor said, looking at Rodney.

"I could care the fuck less Victor, remember who fucking wit. And I'm not saying I was deeply hurt, but my child and wife were. So the fact he just appearing out of thin air ain't really sittin' right with me OG." Rodney said, making Axel sigh.

"Rod, I might be older. Don't forget I can still mop the floor with your big ass. You just cause I call your ass out on your bitching," Vic said, standing up, so did Rodney making everyone sigh.

"Dad, chill," RJ and Vince said at the same time.

"No, cause I always let this fucker slide. Ever since we met, you had it out for me. And those wrinkly ass tattoos ain't never scare me and never will. You think I'm bitching and being inconsiderate, just wait till Odette and Jo find out. You'll never know the end of that," Rodney looked him up and down.

"Why y'all fighting and shit? We family Pops and Unk, sit your asses down. I know you always bittering and shit, but this... This how they use to be?" Xerxes looked. He never remembered Rodney and Victor having the outs, maybe bittering over crazy shit, but not this.