The Secrets Behind Cries *Book 6 of the Köhler Series*

𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 | 48

"Tell me why the fuck we had to end our honeymoon after a fucking day of being there?" Reece asked, walking into the living room. Everyone turned to look at them before turning back to what they were doing.

"Your lives were in danger," Lance said, typing away at his MacBook. Reece sighed, walking over to the open seats sitting and pulling Nicole down with him.

"Who is the fucking threat?"

"Christian Palma, the one and only Philippine Mafia Boss," Greg said, making Reece sigh. He had to fucking wonder what the fuck did he do to get on his bad side. Or was it another one of his father's enemies that waited for eight almost nine years after his father passed to come after him?

"What the fuck is his beef?"

"Actually, he wants both of our mafias dead. The bitch is mad because we are more fucking powerful than him..."

"You mean you are more powerful than him."

"Yeah, sure... You would think that alone would make him leave us alone, but the muthafucka wants to play," Xerxes said, making Reece chuckle, shaking his head.

"So, how did he know Nicole and I was in Vietnam?"

"Don't know. I was sure that someone working for us was a traitor, but I was wrong. And no one hacked our security. Either someone in Vietnam ran their mouths, or they been watching us. I'm going with my first theory. Christian has power in Vietnam, and I'm sure he used that bitch to get your number." Greg said, making Reece nod his head once more.

"Look, we are jet lag and in need of some sleep... X, how much longer are you and your family staying?"

"Another few days. Dad and Ma wanted to get that adoption shit straighten out before leaving. They want to make sure that they can say Nic was a Köhler before she became a Gordon." Xerxes said. Nicole smiled about to walk away when Innis and Agnus walk in with Michael and Nailah screaming Mommy and Daddy.

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"Davontae, isn't it?"

"Who the fuck are you? Why the fuck you need to know?" He said mad that a man he knew nothing about showed up at his job demanding to speak with him.

"Christian Palma," He said, holding out his hand. "I have some information that may benefit you. You see I know you have a sister that you've been trying to find. Say if I told you, I knew where she was at. What would you say?" Christian said, catching Davontae's attention. The man quickly placed down his phone, giving the man his full attention at this point.

"Who are you? Why are you all up in my business?"

"Nicole Renee Smith... well Gordon now. You were looking for a Nicole Renee Sallow, your mother's maiden name like yours, but your sister has her father's last name. Smith. I also know where she is and can tell you. Only if you help me in return." Christian said, making him tilt his head to the side. Davontae wanted to find his little sister, but he could tell that this man was bad fucking news. Then for him to seek him out like that told that he was looking for his sister or the man she was married to. He wasn't dumb.

"See, this is why I don't like niggas like you. People like you like to prey on the smaller fish in the world. What are you going to offer me? An ass of money, telling me that my sister is getting abused by her husband? What is nigga? Because I don't have all fucking day. See, unlike you, I have to work for a fucking living. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and I don't slang dope or rob muthafuckas to get by. I have a real twelve-hour job that pays well. When you probably sit on your ass all day telling others what to do." Davontae said, making Christian mad as his brother tried to hold in a laugh. Suddenly his hands came down on the table hard, making Davontae chuckle.