Page 111 of The Love of Priest

Britain seemed to sober up a bit at the sound of the heavy sigh of distress Priest let out. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"We gotta head back home. Some shit popped off," he said to her vaguely. He was emotionless as he steered the vehicle in the direction of the interstate.

Britain nodded her head, figuring it would be best for her not to question him. She got comfortable in her seat, preparing herself for the two-hour drive back home.

As Priest drove, Britain could tell he was upset, but he masked it well with a natural mug. She eyed him as he tapped a few things on his phone before holding it up to his ear to have a conversation. "Yo, I need you to head to The Groves," he told J'Ru, who was in the midst of a conversation with Kaymen.

"Why? You picking rent up early or something?" J'Ru asked with a furrow of his brows.

Priest shook his head as his jaw clenched at the thought of Mirsad's actions jeopardizing the safety of not only Nia and his business, but also the safety of his tenants. Not only was this drive-by a problem, but Priest knew the press would have a fucking field day with the fact that one of his businesses was compromised by simple-ass niggas who were trigger happy.

"Nah." He shook his head. "Somebody shot it up while Nia was in the office."

"Get the fuck outta here! For what?!" J'Ru exclaimed in shock. He, Priest, and Kaymen had devoted so much time to cleaning up that block and that complex without gentrifying the neighborhood to make it affordable to minorities. Things were going well, so to hear that it got rained on with bullets was definitely a fucking shocker, especially since Priest had been far too busy to engage in anything with the opposition.

"Some shit with Mirsad," Priest informed J'Ru.

J'Ru shook his head. He wasn't really a fan of Mirsad because he was so hardheaded. He reminded him of Priest on steroids, but he really wasn't about anything he was yapping about, unlike Priest. "This little nigga don't fucking get it, do he?"

"Never mind that Ru. Just go check it out for me. I'll handle him," he assured J'Ru.

"I got you. No worries," J'Ru said before they said goodbye to each other.

From the context of the conversation, Britain knew she had no business being invasive about a thing, especially when bullets were involved. She watched as Priest made another call that was answered in a matter of seconds.

"Cyro, I need my penthouse surrounded, and have some tight security head to The Groves to meet J'Ru," he spilled out orders which Cyro obliged to.

The call ended rather quickly, allowing Priest to finally sit his phone down. Not really knowing how to navigate around Priest whenever he was upset, Britain simply reached over the console and tenderly held his tender hand. "Sorry for making you turn your phone off."

Priest shook his head, disagreeing with the basis of her apology. "This not on you," he asserted, not wanting her to feel guilty about him turning his phone off to focus on her. "Shit would have happened regardless," he shrugged.

"Everything gonna be alright?" Britain asked.

Hesitantly, Priest nodded. "Yeah. I'm always good."

ChapterThirty

Easing the car to a stop,Priest swiftly got out. Britain wasn't sure what he wanted her to do, so in the meantime, she just waited for him to instruct her so she could oblige.

Priest hopped out of the vehicle, going around it to assist Britain out. Stepping out of the car, Britain looked around the parking garage of the penthouse. She noticed men from Priest's security detail posted at either side of the entrance of the parking garage. Priest was running a tight ship because he was sure that whoever fired shots into the apartment building knew that Mirsad had some type of relation to him.

A slight wind crept through the parking garage, causing Britain to shiver lightly. "I'm gonna get you home. Alright?" Priest assured her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder in hopes of keeping her warm.

Britain okayed him as they progressed toward the elevator. Luckily for her, Priest wasn't taking her up to the penthouse. Instead, he halted to hold a conversation with Cyro. "I need you to take her home for me, please," he requested.

Britain was familiar with Cyro. He was always around whenever Priest knew he would be surrounded by masses of people.Cyro led the way to the chartered black-on-black SUV. He slid into the front seat which was separated from the back seats by the partition. Priest pulled the door open for Britain before helping her inside.

"You sure everything's alright?" Britain asked with concern lacing her voice.

Priest nodded. "I'm cool," he assured her. "You've got my word." He placed his hand over his heart, sealing the promise to her.

She took his word as bond. "I love you, playa’," he said with a smile masking his face.

Britain couldn't help but let a smile overtake her face as she looked up at him. "I love you too, playa”," she professed as she pecked his lips with a multitude of kisses.

Priest passionately kissed her goodbye for a brief moment before pulling away and pecking her lips one last time. "I'll see you later alright," he asserted with confidence. Britain nodded her head.

"See you later." He closed the door and applied a tap onto the roof of the car, signaling Cyro that he was free to go. As the SUV pulled off, Priest made sure they exited the parking garage safely before turning on his heels to trek his way back toward the elevator.

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