Page 120 of The Love of Priest

Remy laughed once more. "And I don't want to be. My daughter is 28 years old and still manages to give me a headache. I don't have the time to father a thirteen-year-old too," he scoffed.

Priest couldn’t help but laugh at the mention of Britain as Mirsad cut his eyes at Remy. "I'm seventeen," he corrected.

"Oh, and that makes you a man?" Sarcasm laced Remy's question as he continued to laugh.

Mirsad glared at Remy who was only taking him as a joke. "He's funny too," Remy highlighted as he pointed at Mirsad.

"A real fucking character." Priest shook his head as he stood up from his seat. "I appreciate you looking out for me. I owe you," Priest thanked Remy.

"It's nothing. You're family," Remy assured. "I know Brit is writing that shit in the paper about you. She ain’t say nothing to offend you, did she?" he probed. Seeing the first article his daughter wrote about Priest made him laugh. It was just so ironic how things played out. He had advised Britain to just ride the fence when it came to this type of situation.

Priest contained himself, smothering a smirk. All he could think of at the moment was Britain telling him not to make things obvious. He shook his head in response to Remy. "Nah, not at all. She's doing her job. Ain’t nothing to be offended about," Priest assured him.

"She never reached out?" Remy raised a brow at Priest.

Priest knew if he lied, it would be far too obvious for Remy to spot. "She did, and we chopped it up," he shrugged.

Remy nodded. "All right, man. Stay safe out there," he told Priest, who was preparing to leave.

Mirsad got up as well, attempting to leave right behind Priest. "Woah! Where you think you're going?" Priest asked as he halted Mirsad from making his way to the door.

"With you," Mirsad stated in an obvious tone.

Remy chuckled off to the side while Priest shook his head. "Nah, you're staying here. Nia wanted you safe. Plus, you'll get to learn a thing or two from Rem," he said to Mirsad with a smirk plastering his face.

Mirsad screwed his face up. "I'm not staying here, Priest."

"You out of options, man. I'll check on you tomorrow. Don't give Rem a hard time." With that, Priest exited Remy's house, leaving Mirsad behind. He was shocked to see that Mirsad didn't make the attempt to get out of there.

Priest dialed Nia's number as he drove away from Remy's house. "He's safe," he assured her.

"Are you bringing him here?" she asked. "Where is he?"

"He's with a friend. You can check up on him anytime you want. I just think it’s best for you to keep him there for a while. He needs to learn about life from someone else besides you and I," Priest suggested to Nia. She was a single mom did it on her own. One thing Priest admired about Nia was that she never grew offended by any advice given to her when it came to parenting Mirsad. She accepted constructive criticism as long as no one was belittling her mothering.

Nia let out a sigh as she ran her fingers through her hair. "Yeah, I get it. Thanks again, Priest."

"We're family," he asserted to her, alluding that his kindness would always be given to her.

They said their goodbyes to one another before ending the call. Priest was on his way to meet up with Kaymen and J'Ru in hopes of figuring things out in a business sense. In the middle of the long drive, Priest received a phone call from Britain. A smile overtook his face as he answered. "What's cracking,London?" he teased by butchering her name.

Britain's light laughed snaked its way into his ears. "I see you have jokes today,Reverend," she combatted with a playful jab of her own.

"How's work going for you?" Priest asked.

Britain let out a drained sigh as she took a look around. "I'm annoyed, honestly."

Priest chuckled. Britain was not the biggest fan of her mother's clinic because not only did she have to deal with her mother being her boss, but her stepdad and brother were her co-workers. She now understood why people stressed not to involve family in business. "What you need me to do,Gioia?"

"Be at my place when I get off… with wine… and your soft hands. Ouu, can you be like… half-dressed too?" She listed in a yearning manner.

"Cool." Priest nodded with a laugh. "What else?"

Britain let out a low groan, anticipating getting home to be with him. "Can you do that thing?—"

"Eat your pussy?" Priest raised a brow with a smirk.

"Priest!" she shrieked in shock.

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