Page 136 of The Love of Priest

"Two days from now. I don't want to make it a big deal or obsess over it. Please don't try to treat me like I'm still in despair either. I'm fine," she concluded.

"You sure about that?" Priest raised a brow.

Britain quickly nodded in response. "Yeah. Please don't make it a bigger deal than I'm making it. Let me grieve the way I want, whether it's healthy or not," she asserted in a stern manner that slightly took Priest aback.

Priest glanced down at her, and unfortunately, the look on her face confirmed that there was no convincing her otherwise. "A'ight." Priest nodded.

"Promise me," Britain requested from him.

Priest didn't want to promise Britain that he wouldn't interfere with the way she handled things through her grieving, but he knew he was going to have to. He had never been the type to just turn the other cheek when someone he cared for was hurting, but at that moment, that was exactly what Britain was ordering him to do.

"You got my word," he promised. Britain could hear the hesitation in his voice, but he still promised her.

They eventually fell into a deep slumber together until the morning.

ChapterThirty-Five

The next day,they enjoyed breakfast with each other. Priest had an empty schedule on his hands since he had technically ended his previous day in the wee hours of the morning.

"Ya pops don't miss a beat," Priest chuckled with a shake of his head at Britain. "He already hit my line.”

Britain's eyes widened slightly. "What did he say?"

"Nothing crazy. He just told me to pull up when I get the chance."

Britain stuck out her bottom lip. She wasn't sure how this talk between Remy and Priest was going to go. Britain knew Remy was going to put his relationship he had with Priest aside to act more as a father for her sake. She was praying that neither of their alpha personalities got in the way of them having a civil and respectful conversation.

"Can I come?"

Priest chuckled, finding the fact that she was in so much distress about the situation amusing. "Since when have you had to ask?" He raised a brow with a smirk etched on his face.

"You think he'll be mad if we show up together?" Britain screwed her face up.

With a laugh, Priest shook his head. "I think that's the least of his worries," he told her. "His daughter is running around town with a criminal that she's reporting on."

Britain smacked her lips in annoyance as she narrowed her eyes at Priest. "Stop referring to yourself as that, please and thank you."

Priest made his way over to her, grabbing ahold of her chin with his index finger and thumb. "You really give me too much credit." Levity laced his tone as his eyes peered down at her.

"Seriously, I don't like when you say things like that about yourself," she stressed with a stern voice. "You don't give yourselfenoughcredit."

"Gioia, we can’t keep running away from the truth," Priest told her, being the realist he was.

Britain reached up and cupped his handsome face. "I'm not running away from the truth. I'm being honest. I know who you really are, and that will always be my take of you. To me, you aren't a criminal or some street thug who came up. You're Priest Kanaz Justice, the man whose biggest fear is ending up where he used to be," she said to him, giving him the clarity he never knew he needed.

Priest leaned in and pecked Britain's lips lightly. A smile spread across her face at the affection that was coming her way. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him.

"I love you," he professed in a low voice.

"I love you too." Britain brought him down to her height to kiss his lips once more.

Eventually, Priest was ready to head over to Remy's spot. Britain rode with him, giving him quick talking points so things wouldn't go sour. "Brit, you do know I could care less about what or how the fuck Remy feels about us? I'm still gonna rock with you."

Britain narrowed her eyes at him as she shot him a stale face. "Well, that isn't a very nice thing to say. Now, is it, Priest?" she chastised him.

Priest laughed as he kept his left hand on the steering wheel and the other gripping Britain's thigh. "I'm being real, though. I respect him and all, but I'll be a sorry excuse for a man if I take his advice and stop fucking with the shorty I love because of how he feels about it." Priests shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant scoff. "I'm a grown-ass man."

Britain couldn't contain the smile on her face upon hearing him refer to her as the women he loved. She lifted his hand from her thigh and placed a gentle kiss on his tattooed knuckles before fusing their hands together.After a few minutes of traffic, Priest stopped the car right at the curb in front of Remy's house.

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