Page 110 of The Love of Priest

Britain laughed while shaking her head in shame at him. "How long were you with this girl for you to become fluent in sign language?" She furrowed her brows in a questioning manner.

"Couple months. We weren't serious. It was just sex and some sign language lessons," Priest shrugged nonchalantly.

Britain couldn't help but let out a howl at the last part of his remark. "You're such an asshole." She pushed him while he too laughed.

After walking a few rows and picking all the pretty grapes they could find, Britain and Priest handed in their grapes to be made into their personal wine. Britain was so invested in the process that she asked more questions than she needed to. Priest just stood aside and let her be excited.

After their wine was made, Priest and Britain were seated for a picnic with a nice charcuterie platter that consisted of grapes, different types of cheeses, crackers, and various deli meats that all complimented their wine. "This was very thoughtful of you." Britain smiled at him as she leaned her back against his chest.

Priest applied a kiss to Britain's cheek. "I'm glad you love it."

Downing some more wine and enjoying the platter, Britain and Priest laughed with each other throughout their conversation. They didn't notice how long they had been engulfed in conversation with each other until they noticed the pink, orange and blue hues swirl the sky while the sun was simmering down.

"Look how the roles reversed," Priest chuckled as he felt Britain's hand attempt to toy with his belt buckle while she wrapped her arms around him. The multiple glasses of wine had marinated in her system, and now she was buzzed. Priest, who was much more of a heavyweight drinker, didn't feel any different than he felt when he arrived.

"You got me drunk on purpose," Britain giggled as he held open the car door for her.

Priest shrugged. "Maybe." He smirked as he pulled the seatbelt across Britain's body to strap her in safely.

He made his way around the car to get in himself. He proceeded to start the vehicle and then headed off in the direction of the house. "You enjoy yourself today?" Priest asked as he divided his attention between Britain and the road.

With a slightly drunken smile, Britain nodded. He couldn't help but laugh at how tight her eyes were due to her huge smile. "I did. Thank you for today, P." She lifted his hand to her lips, applying kisses along his knuckles.

"No worries. I enjoyed myself with you," he assured her.

The voice of Musiq Soulchild circulated throughout the car, the song “Teach Me” pouring out of the speakers. Britain hummed aimlessly to the song while Priest nodded his head.

"Sing for me, P." Britain reached across the console of the vehicle to cup Priest's face in her hand.

Priest smacked his lips jokingly while shaking his head. "Gioia,you're tipsy." He went around her request.

"Am I drunk or tipsy ‘cause now you're confusing me?" She furrowed her brows, causing Priest to laugh.

"Just enjoy the ride back home,Gioia," he chuckled as he leaned back in his seat with one hand at the top of the steering wheel while the other was fused with Britain's hand.

Britain angled herself to face Priest. "So, you're not gonna sing for me?" Britain asked with a small frown.

Priest shook his head. "Nah, that's not my thing," he said, causing Britain to pout even more.

Priest's phone went off in the cup holder of the vehicle, and he picked it up. For the duration of their date, he had kept his phone off, not wanting any interruptions. With his phone turned on, it now began ringing with phone calls and chiming with missed text messages.

Priest answered an incoming call, oblivious to who was calling him since he didn't really glance at the caller ID."PJ, how far are you from the city?!" Jazzy's voice sounded off in his ears, causing him to immediately grow concerned. "We've been blowing your shit up all fucking day!" She shouted in annoyance.

"What happened?" Priest asked, not even bothering to check her for her crude tone.

Jazzy kissed her teeth, full of attitude and completely irritated. "Mirsad got himself into some shit. They shot at the leasing building while Nia was in there," Jazzy explained as she shot cold daggers at Mirsad who sat right across from her.

Like always, whenever he got himself in deep shit that he couldn't get out of, he came running to anyone who could save him. Priest let out a sigh of distress. His last run-in with his little cousin resulted in him embarrassing Mirsad in front of everyone on the block. Priest was sure he made it crystal clear that Mirsad wasn’t welcomed on the block anymore, so Priest was confused about how and why Nia's safety was being compromised. Not only that, but Priest had promised a safe living environment to his tenants, so Mirsad's shit was putting Priest and his tenants in a bind as well.

"Word?" Priest raised a brow. "Where is he?"

Jazzy rolled her eyes. "He's here with me right now. Nia's a bit shaken up," Jazzy explained, sympathizing only with Nia. The life her son was living only ended in situations like this, and Jazzy had no sympathy for him. Priest was sure that whoever was gunning for Mirsad considered this situation warning shots. With Nia being involved, Priest was willing to allow her presence in his home, but Mirsad… that was something he was going to have to consider.

"Listen, I'll be there in a few hours. Don't let him get too comfortable," Priest instructed Jazzy.

Jazzy nodded as she glanced from a shaken-up Nia to Mirsad who was afraid to find out exactly what Priest was telling Jazzy. "What about Nia?" Jazzy asked.

"Just make sure she's alright," he told his sister. The two said their goodbyes before the call ended.

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