Köhler (Book 9 of the Köhler Series)

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"I'm not going to ask you what the fuck you have on. Xavier, you need to stop this... my daughter is half-dressed. But of course, you like it." Mark rambled, making his way past him and Shanice. On the other hand, his Oma laughed while his Grandma Paris shook her head.

"Dele, you're trying to get that child killed, aren't you?"

"Shy is beautiful and young. Mark needs to see that his daughter is growing up and about to be the next Donna. She must show that she is confident, fierce, and in control of her life. It's the same with Xavier. He hit a few bumps along the way, but I'm sure with her by his side, that will all turn around." She smiled, turning back to Xavier and Shanice, pointing to the door where their parents were standing. Without a word, Zavier held his arm to his fiancée, walking them to where their parents stood. He knew what they were up to, but he didn't know if he agreed. Telling the other mafias that he was next to be Don and Shanice was his soon-to-be wife didn't feel like the right move. However, it had to be done.

"Aww, don't my baby look beautiful...."

"She's half-dressed, Noemi. How in the fuck does that look beautiful?" Mark threw up his arms as Xerxes chuckled, telling him to get used to it. He was right because if Shanice agreed to model, he would see her in many more things he didn't like dealing with his Oma.

"Can we gamble?"

"No, Ryleigh, you cannot gamble...."

"It's not fair if Xavier and the rest can, but we can't. What the hell makes them so fucking special?" She to their mother as their father quickly turned around, making the girl back up, but it was too late; by that time, their dad had her by the arm, whispering something into her ear. Xavier didn't know what was said, but the color drained from her face as she quickly replied with a simple yes, sir, before turning to their mom and saying sorry.

"Ah, Don Köhler weh yuh ah seh? (How are you?)." The Jamaican Don spoke as he held out a hand to Xavier's father and then to Mark. Zay could tell his mother didn't like the interaction by her body language but chose to stay quiet.

"This is your son?"

"Ja, my son Xavier, and his fiancée Shanice. His twin you meet, Xylia, and her... boyfriend, Henry. I suppose that's what I should call him." Xerxes said, glaring at Henry as the man nodded and quickly looked away. There was no doubt that his father wanted to kill the man, but he couldn't bring himself to do it because of the baby Xylia was carrying.

"Can we go inside and greet the others? It's cold, and I have no time for stupid ass people...."

"BabyGirl, what did we talk about? Either you behave, or you can go home. I don't have the fucking patience for your spoiled selfish bullshit tonight." X whispered loud enough for Xavier to hear as his mother's mouth fell open. Xavier wasn't the only one who heard it because Shanice and his siblings all looked at one another.

"Who the fuck...."

"Princess, listen to your husband for once. This is important. One would think after all these years that your spoiled side would have left by now. Seeing that everything doesn't go Riley's way." His Grandfather Rodney spoke. Xavier saw now why his sisters acted the way they did. All were copies of their mother; spoiled and thought they were entitled.

However, his mom finally nodded as they headed inside the casino, where the party was already in full swing. The four biggest mafias in the world were there, plus a few more, but everyone seemed to be having fun as their Dons walked up to Xavier's father and the rest with their children.

"Dons nice for you to make it. I suppose you and your family are enjoying yourselves, ja (yeah)." Xerxes spoke as he held out his hand, shaking with each of the three Dons. Don Marco Alvarez, Paz Fredrick, and Rajesh Mohammed from the Colombian, Cuban, and Trinidad mafias.