Page 61 of The Love of Priest

Britain's mind enslaved her in such a trance that she didn’t even realize she had made it home until she realized she was unable to park her car right next to Priest’s because another vehicle occupied the space. Her eyes widened in fear at the sight of her mother's car parked next to his. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," Britain panicked as she hurried out of the car after parking it.

She forgot all about the groceries in the car as she sprinted toward her apartment door. Twisting the doorknob, she was grateful to see that the door was left unlocked, making things quicker for her. Upon barging in, Britain blurted out, "Ma, what are you doing here?!"

Priest and Seven were sitting opposite of each other on the couch, enjoying some conversation which seemed to be happening effortlessly. Britain, who came barging in like a madwoman, threw a wrench into their conversation as they eyed her with their brows furrowed, wondering what the issue was. "Well, hello to you, too." Seven shook her head.

"This—" Britain stammered as she motioned her hand over to Priest, referring to him.

Seven and Priest both chuckled. "Well, Mocha, I'm sure the young man wouldn't like to be referred to asthis." Seven eyed her.

Britain let out a sigh before running her fingers through her hair. The fact that not only had she just endured one awkward run-in with Cameron, but now she was enduring another with her overly prying mother, was just far too much for one day.

"I actually wouldn't," Priest spoke up with a smirk, knowing how nervous Britain was at that very moment with her mother sitting right there before her.

Britain cut her eyes at Priest before averting them over to her mother who also had a toying smirk on her face. "What brings you by, Ma?" She shot her mother a forced smile.

"You know I drop in from time to time to do my wellness check on you, Brixton, and Brea—" She halted her conversation with Britain and averted her attention to Priest. "Those are her younger siblings," she explained to him.

Britain was sure her mother just wanted to drag out her stay to see how well she and Priest interacted with each other. From the conversation she had with Priest, it was evident that he liked her daughter. However, there was no established title for what the two shared.

"Ma, I get it. Wellness check. But usually, you call to let me know you may or may not pop up. Did you stop doing that?" Britain inquired.

Seven nodded her head. "I did. I was in the neighborhood, so I just stopped by. Is it that big of a deal?"

Britain let out a sigh before shaking her head. "I guess not, Ma. You've met Priest already." She smiled lightly, making her way over to Priest and sitting next to him.

"I have. Y'know, after I was met with the barrel of his gun." Seven side-eyed Priest.

Britain’s eyes widened before she hit Priest's arm. "You pointed a gun at my mother?!" she stressed.

"After she pointed one at me. She rolled in here strapped," Priest clarified with a light laugh. The standoff they had with each other was quite funny to him. He noticed the resemblance Britain shared with the woman, so he just put his piece down while she kept hers up and aimed at him. She asked him who he was and what his relation to her daughter was, to which he responded, "Priest, her sudden interest.” Seven found the way he referred himself as Britain's sudden interest pretty funny, so she put her gun down and offered Priest a drink, and they just chatted until Britain returned.

Letting out a sigh at her unbearable mother, Britain shook her head. "Ma, didn't Henderson tell you to stop carrying your gun around?"

Seven smacked her lips, waving Britain off. "Henderson wasn't there when I got mugged twice leaving the clinic late at night. My pistol was." Seven clutched her weapon, extracting it from her purse with a light smile. Priest couldn't contain his laughter.

Now he knew where Britain got her humor from because it for damn sure wasn't Remy.

"Alright, Ma. Is that all?" she asked her mother.Seven shook her head. Whenever her daughter felt like a situation was forced, she would try to put an end to it immediately. Seven knew this wasn't how Britain envisioned her first encounter with Priest would have gone, but it happened, and there was no going back. "Actually, no. Priest told me you were cooking." She placed her hand on her flat stomach, indicating that she could go for some food.

"Yeah, you hungry, Seven?" Priest asked to Britain's dismay, causing her to groan internally.

"I sure am." Seven nodded her head.

Britain got up from her seat next to Priest and made her way to the front door of her apartment. "Great, Ma. I'll drop a plate off once it's finished. Thanks for stopping by." She opened the door for her mother's exit.

Amused by her daughter, Seven rose from her seat. "I guess I'll go bother your brother and that loudmouth baby mother of his," she muttered with a roll of her eyes since she really didn't like Brixton's choice of woman to bear a child with.

In relief, Britain smiled. "Thank you, Ma. Love you, girl." She shared a hug with Seven.

"Yeah, yeah." She waved her daughter off. "It was nice meeting you, Priest."

"Pleasure was all mine," he charmed her with his beguiling smile.

Seven exited the apartment, causing Britain to shut the door behind her rather quickly. She was sure Seven would call later to get the entire spill on Priest. Turning around to face Priest with a glare, she evoked some amused laughter out of him. "It's not funny," she sassed with her hand on her hip.

Priest nodded his head. "It is, though." He continued to laugh. "Why you acting like a tight ass?"

Britain shuffled her way over to him with a frown embedded on her face. "Can I be honest with you?" She now stood before him. Her tone was heavy and full of seriousness.

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