Page 72 of The Love of Priest

Priest eyed her. Britain was honest about it all, but he still felt the need to protect himself. "Let me see what you wrote," he ordered.

Britain eyed him. She knew he was only doing things in his best interest, which she understood, but it would’ve been nice for him to have a bit of faith in her. She nodded before waltzing over to her computer. Opening it up, she glanced over at him with a stank look. "Oh, I'm supposed to bring it to you too?" she asked slyly.

"For you to be the one that fucked up, you got some fucking nerve," he spewed at her venomously before getting up and wading over to her and the laptop at the kitchen counter.

Britain stepped aside and let him read what she had written and already sent to Frankie. She had yet to get any feedback from Frankie, so she wasn't sure if she nailed it quite yet. Britain gawked at Priest's tall frame while he leaned against the counter so he could assess what she had written about him. His dark orbs glided from left to right across the screen quickly. Priest felt relieved to see that not only was Britain not slandering him, but she also didn't incorporate any of the sacred things he'd told her during the course of their time spent together. What was said between them remained between them and not in the media.

"Read it out loud, and say it with your chest," Britain demanded with a scowl in her face and her arms folded across her chest.

Priest shifted his attention from the screen to over at Britain, cutting his eyes at her before doing what she requested of him, resuming where he left off.

"Justice took the stand with a lethal tongue and calculated responses. It was evident that his intelligence had been minimized and underestimated due to the gang-related charges that are being pinned against him. Facials twisted in confusion and disbelief as Justice tackled New York State Prosecutor Daniel Hernandez with statistical research and witty answers to Hernandez's grave questions that powered his entire argument during the trial. Throughout the heated discussion that involved the surfacing of new evidence and the tossing of inadequate evidence, Justice and his defense lawyer were able to move the court with the amount of positivity and hope Justice has instilled into the surrounding neighborhoods.

"My intentions are pure and will always remain pure. Every business I open, family I feed, child I clothe, street I clean up, I do it out of the kindness of my heart and my refusal to allow the next generation to be faced with the same adversities I had to face alone while I was their age. I turned into the person I wish I had when I was in need of help while growing up,"Justice told the court with so much passion and conviction seeping through his tone. Perspective plays a huge role in any decision that is to be made regarding Priest Justice's long-lasting feud with the State of New York, the same state in which he's invested so much generosity and greatness. Where do you stand?"

With her arms folded across her chest, Britain looked up at Priest, waiting for him to say something. Throughout the entire piece, not once did she refer to him as anything negative or try to demonize him like the previous writer used to. She shed light on the good he'd done within the community along with his beliefs. Priest felt foolish for the way he addressed the situation and approached her. He had questioned her loyalty, which she'd proven to him.

"I would never do that to you," she professed.

Priest let out a heavy sigh as his eyes softened from the intensified darkness that was fueled by anger. He opened his arms up for her. She slowly began shuffling her way over to him. No longer wanting to wait for her to finish playing her childish games, Priest extended his arms grabbing her by her waist and pulling her toward him. He wrapped his arms around her securely, just how Britain loved.

"I apologize," Priest let out before kissing her forehead.

Britain hiked her head up to look at him. She cupped her hands around his face, caressing the sides of his beard. "You don't have to worry about whether I'm with you or against you," she assured him. "I'm always with you."

Priest nodded before craning down and meeting Britain for a kiss. "I'm glad I let you talk first because I was really about to knock your whole head off," he admitted, causing light laughs to flow out of both of them.

Britain wrapped her arms around his torso and gave him a side eye once she felt his gun tucked into the waistband of his slacks. "Are you serious?" she asked him.

Priest nodded his head without any shame. "Just in case you was playing with me," he shrugged. "I don't like to be played with." His tone seemed to be warning Britain to take heed to what he was telling her.

Britain nodded, indicating that she was well aware. "I understand."

"I don't want you to feel as though I've disrespected you. You just gotta understand that shit get real out there. I can't trust everybody, so I don't want anyone taking my trust for granted, especially you. I've told you shit that not even J'Ru knows. You have to understand why I take the precautions I take. My life is like a domino effect. If I fall, then everybody who I'm holding down falls with me. I just don't need nothing interfering with the people I got at my table." Priest spoke with so much authority, evoking another nod out of Britain. He felt obligated to take care of everyone, so the people he considered his “table” was just a long list of everyone who he employed, stored under his wing, and made sure was okay. They were his priority at the end of the day, so any leaks within his circle could jeopardize all of that.

"I'm sorry I made you feel as though that was about to happen. I assure you, Priest, you have nothing to worry about. I've promised you I wouldn't betray you. Just trust me." Britain clung to him, basking at the feeling of being in his arms.

Priest slowly guided her face up so he could crane down and apply a kiss onto her lips. "I trust you," he asserted, his orbs delving into hers. "Don't fuck this up. I beg you." Priest knew what measures to take when he felt as if he was stabbed in the back. He didn't want to implement any of those measures on Britain. Allowing her to know she had his trust was risky, but like always, Priest remained two steps ahead of everyone.

Britain placed her hands on top of his as he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist while she led the way to her bedroom. "You've had a stressful day" Britain's soothing voice struck Priest ears as she gestured for him to take a seat on her bed. Priest said nothing as he watched her trek throughout the room. She stopped before him, shedding her blazer and blouse from her curvaceous body.

Priest licked his lips slowly, marveling at her breasts cupped in the nude Savage X Fenty lace bra. "Let me help you." He curled his finger, gesturing her over to him. Britain strutted her way over to him, her hips swaying side to side seductively.

Standing between Priest's legs, Britain’s hands graced his burly and muscular shoulders. He unbuttoned her slacks, tugging them down past her ass. Britain let out a light laugh. "Must've forgot this ass is three handfuls," she teased with a smirk.

He chuckled as he gripped two handfuls of her rear before sending a rough smack to it. "We're getting there,Gioia." He smirked tauntingly.

Priest attempted to slip her out of her matching lace panties as well, but Britain halted him. "Relax. Let me set the vibe." Her voice had a sensual and erotic tone to it. Priest was intrigued to see how Britain could manage taking control.

He eyed her every move. The devilish smirk she had prancing on her face was usually on his whenever he had her orgasming back-to-back. "I'll be right back," she told him before turning around to make her way to her closet.

Priest sent another rough smack to her ass, causing it to jiggle uncontrollably. Instead of wincing at the pain, Britain let out a laugh. Priest was satisfied with this reaction. He was molding her.

Priest remained on the bed as Britain scavenged away in her closet. "Save us both some time, and come out of there naked," Priest chuckled as he took his suit jacket off.

Britain laughed. "Oh, you would enjoy that." She rolled her eyes jokingly before exiting the closet once she attained what she was looking for. Concealing it behind her back, Britain made her way over to Priest as he gave her an odd eye.

"Gioia, what you hiding?" he questioned her with a raised brow.

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