Page 21 of The Love of Priest

"Bro, who was those niggas? They pretty much fucked everything up." J'Ru shook his head.

"Some niggas around the way. They usually get shit done clean. I wouldn't have put them on if I knew this was the type of sloppy shit they were on." Remy was embarrassed to say the least. Although he wasn't the one who sloppily killed the five cops, he felt like he was to blame since he referred the guys. His reputation was on the line, and they fucked up.

Priest, who remained nonchalant, shrugged it off. "Them niggas ain't getting paid for the shit they just pulled."

Priest wasn't satisfied with the job at all, so he wasn’t going to break them off. Those niggas were sloppy, and they seemed inexperienced. Priest was beginning to regret even coming to Remy with this, wondering if he should have handled it himself. Killing the person who was set to testify against him in court wasn't anything to Priest, but five fucking police officers being killed on his behalf definitely was. He was sure the prosecutor was working hard to figure out how he was going to pin this on him.

Priest was and would always be two steps ahead of everyone. There would be absolutely no way anyone would be able to find out he was tied to this. "You got them, huh?" Remy leaned back with a smirk. He always admired how Priest hustled and maneuvered through life. He was truly amove in silencetype of guy. He found no point in boasting and exploiting himself or his business.

Priest nodded. "Them niggas fucked me over, so now I gotta fuck them over.” He shrugged his shoulders, causing J'Ru and Remy to both chuckle. While Priest discussed a few things with J'Ru and Remy, he received a text from Britain.

Britain:When should we leave?

Priest let out a faint laugh as his fingers tapped away on the keyboard to reply to Britain.

Priest:That’s your call. Tryna’ make it obvious for your pops?He asked her.

Britain wasted no time typing up a witty response to send to him.

Britain:… I’m 28 years old. Grown as hell!

Priest found it amusing that Britain was all of a sudden grown as hell when it came to Remy knowing what was going on between them.

Priest:Heard’ju. We wrapping up in a sec. You can move now if you want.He replied to her with a smirk etched on his face.

He watched as the three little dots bounced at the bottom of the screen before Britain’s reply was delivered.

Britain:Sound more scared of Rem than I am.She decorated her text with a few laughing face emojis.

Priest shook his head before typing out a response.

Priest:Nah. I just don’t want no problems ‘bout you. Your pops been good to me.He clarified.

Seconds later, Britain’s response vibrated his phone.

Britain:Don’t worry about that changing. We’re just vibing.

He wasn't going to test Britain's claims by telling Remy he was spending time with his daughter. Just like she said, they were just vibing. Nothing more, nothing less.

ChapterTen

A knock soundedat Britain's front door, causing her to ascend from her favorite spot and pause her dated episode ofForensic Filesto answer the door. As she peered through the peephole, Priest looked like Wizard Kelly since his height prevented Britain from seeing anything above his neck.

Opening the door, Britain smiled up at Priest who smiled back down at her.

"What you in here doing?” he asked while shutting and locking the door behind him. She shrugged as she made her way back to her spot.

"WatchingForensic Fileswith some ice cream," she enlightened him before lounging on the couch again with the pint of ice cream in her hand.

Priest chuckled at how she decided to spend her day off. He took a seat in her favorite spot, causing her to give him a stale face. This time, he was nice enough to place her feet onto his lap instead of having them hanging off the couch.

"Alright, do me a favor and sit your piece on the table. I just watched a real fucked up episode ofForensic Filesabout a gun accidentally going off and ending a guy." Britain pursed her lips with a shake of her head. She was not trying to be a repeat of that.

Priest threw his head back in laughter, finding Britain's precautions entertaining. Sure enough, she watched him extract the jet-black piece of steel from his waist band, sitting it on the tempered glass living room table with a light clank.

Britain averted her eyes from the television and onto the gun. "You carry that around with you all the time?" she asked him while taking in a spoon of her vanilla bean ice cream.

Priest glanced from the gun and then to her with nod of his head. "I got to. A lot of niggas feel like they'll be better off with me dead. I can't have that." He leaned back in his seat. Britain could tell he was getting comfortable with her. Usually, Priest's posture would be straight as an ironing board, and he would constantly check his surroundings to ensure his safety. This was the first time Britain noticed him being more relaxed.

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