Fearless (Sequel to Afraid) Bonus Book II of The Köhler Series

Not How We Plan It

Isabella thought they would be the first ones there, but Jeremias had other plans. He had the driver ride them by the Spree River.

By the time they arrived there, the whole family was waiting inside. Jeremiah sat in front of them all in his wheelchair, smirking as they walked in.

Giselle, on the other hand, was frowning, shaking her as she turned, walking ahead of them, pulling Jeremiah, then stopping waiting for them to follow...

"What is your Mother's problem."

"She doesn't know my father wanted us to arrive late. He said that they should arrive first, then us. Hell, all of them were supposed by seated by the time we arrived, but you know how my mother and sister is."

Isabella nodded as Jeremias received a text making him shake his head than showing it to her. It was his father telling them to stand outside the door until he announces them to come in.

Sighing to herself, Isabella found a seat on the far side of the hall to sit in it until Jeremias beat her to it pulling her down in his lap with a smile.

She had to laugh. This man was too fucking much, but she loved him for it. He knew it, which made it even better.

A few moments later, Ian showed up with a small smile as he walked up to them, making Jeremias tilt his head just a little.

"I think I may have found out who was behind the ambush by in the states, and it wasn't who we thought it was."

"Yeah, who was it then?"

Carefully Ian removed a paper from his back pocket, handing it over to Jeremias as he read it, looking back up to him with a smirk.

"The motherfuckers thought they were smart nice. Let's see how smart they are when My Queen and I visit their asses in a couple of days. It's time for her first lessons."

"My first lessons in what Mias?"

He smiled at her, then kissing her nose before rubbing her nose against hers. Making Ian let out a chuckle.

"You will see. But we will be making a trip back to the states for a few days, so be ready to leave our princess and little prince with their grandparents until we get back."

Isabella frown looking at Jeremias than at Ian, shrugging his shoulder walking away just as Jeremiah called their names.

Isabella let out a gasp walking in. There were more people there tonight than at their wedding, and some of them looked foreign.

All eyed her and Jeremias, causing her to want to run for the fucking hills, but Jeremias's hold on her arm kept her in place.

"I don't like how they are staring at him, Mias."

"They are trying to intimidate you. Don't let them. It's only because they know you're not mafia made."

What the hell did that mean mafia made? Isabella bet half the people in here wasn't mafia made but had the nerve to look at her funny.

Finally, they made it to the table where their family was sitting, giving her the chance to let out the breath she was holding.

Isabella wanted the sit back to be herself, but Nadia, Giselle, and Jeremias made it clear they had sit and eat like royalty.

"Jeremiah." A blonde headed man said as he walked up, making Jeremiah roll his eyes, whispering, "Fucking Nazi." as Jeremias, Gabriel, and Nadia glared.

"If it's not the modern-day Hitler himself. What the fuck her are you doing at my event? You're not welcome here, Andreas."

"Aww, don't be like that, Jeremiah. I wanted to see what your son was bringing to the table. I have to say she's a tasty little looking thing. Just be glad dark skin women are not my thing. It appears that people like you, like people like them."