Page 86 of The Love of Priest

Jazzy smacked her lips as she grabbed her Fendi purse to compliment her attire. "Fuck me up? Wasn't I the one who had to save you from getting fucked up that one time?" Jazzy reminisced with an obnoxious laugh.

As they got onto the elevator, Priest side-eyed her, trying his best not to convulse in laughter. "I'm not even gonna lie. You looked out for ya boy that night." Laughter drifted out of him as he shook his head while thinking back to the moment.

That night, he was ass drunk and talking reckless to a gang of niggas that Jazzy had to persuade to turn the other cheek. Jazzlyn knew her brother could have taken at least two out of the five men, even as drunk as he was. However, niggas nowadays never really fought fair.

"Always," Jazzy assured as he allowed her to step out of the elevator first.

Upon their exit, Cyro stood at attention, immediately doing his job of keeping her and Priest safe. "Don't ever say I never did nothing for you," she teased him while looking over her shoulder at him as Cyro ushered them to the car.

Priest assisted his sister into the passenger seat of his Bentayga before going around the vehicle so he could get in. "Yo, Cy. Make sure you stay right behind me," he instructed Cyro, who was already getting into the chartered black-on-black SUV, taking his job as Priest's security seriously.

"I got you, Mr. Justice," Cyro assured him.

Once Priest got into the car and started it, Jazzy laughed. "Why do you make everything so formal with them?"

Priest shrugged. "I told this man about a hundred times to call me Priest, and he just refuses to.Whatever keep his swole ass around is what we gone do," Priest concluded, causing Jazzlyn to agree.

She let out a light sigh before slightly nudging his shoulder. "I missed you, bro."

They hadn’t had a chance to have a loving conversation since she came home. Jazzy knew she ruined the moment when she got really disrespectful while speaking on Sylvia the day she touched down. She was hoping they could have one now. Hopefully, it would soften the blow to the chest Priest was about to feel when she broke the news about school.

"I missed you too, little one." Priest smirked as he kept his eyes on the road. "But Paris is what's best for you. When schooling is finished, I'll let you choose wherever you wanna go, and we can start on that career," he told his sister, taking quick glances away from the road to eye her.

She kept a tight-lipped smile on her face as she nodded. "Yeah, absolutely."

Priest furrowed his brows. "You don't sound as excited as I thought you would be."

"I don't know," she sighed. "I'm just scared of being an actual adult, I guess. Bills, responsibilities, no more bedtimes" She screwed her face up in a frightened manner, which Priest found comical.

"Yo, shut the fuck up," he cackled. "All you did was talk about being grown."

"I just wanted to be grown to have sex," Jazzy muttered in pure honesty, forgetting she was in a car with her brother and not one of her homeboys back in Paris.

"You fucking crazy?!" Priest roared as he abruptly hit the brakes of the vehicle. "Jazzlyn, don't make me drive this shit off the road and kill both of us," he warned her, ignoring the swamp of cars that were now honking behind him and Cyro due to his sudden stop in traffic.

"Alright, my bad. Just drive," she apologized through her laughter. Priest stared at her for a few more seconds before he proceeded to accelerate the vehicle.

Now that he felt like the vibe was completely killed, Priest didn't bother to continue conversation with Jazzy. "You need to learn that a lot of shit could go unsaid," he murmured in annoyance as he shook his head.

Jazzy tried her best to conceal her laughter but failed miserably. "Sorry, PJ. Your little one is no longer a little one," she shrugged carelessly.

Priest cut his eyes at her before opting out of responding to her. Priest expected it, but he honestly thought she would gradually introduce him to the more mature side of her. Just now, she ripped the Band-Aid off without warning or any remorse. Upon arriving at La Lealtá, Priest handed his vehicle over to valet. He let Jazzy lead the way inside, and he opened any door that stood in her way.

"You and Ru actually kept this place together while I was gone." Jazzy nodded her head with a satisfied look etched on her face. It had been a year since she'd been back to New York, and she had been expecting a few changes. However, Priest had kept everything exactly how she left it. Priest was a firm believer of not fixing it if it wasn’t broken.

Priest chuckled as he took a proud look around the restaurant. "Yeah, we have."

As they walked through the restaurant, it felt as though people were clearing the path for them. They remained approachable and polite, greeting the staff that had been a part of La Lealtá from the start with warm hugs and smiles. To the outside world, Priest truly was a cold-hearted unapproachable person. However, to anybody who supported him and was on his side, Priest was nothing but kind and generous. He dedicated a lot of his time and funds to making sure that not only were his businesses running smoothly, but the staff was treated with the upmost respect. He offered grade-A benefits and excellent pay to fight the rugged economy of New York. If they scratched his back, he'd scratch theirs.

As the hostess appointed both Jazzy and Priest to their reserved table in the back where they always dined, Priest and Jazzy could hear J'Ru's laugh not too far away. "Who the fuck entertaining this goofy-ass nigga now?" Priest chuckled as he got a look at who J'Ru was holding conversation with. Due to their back facing him and Jazzy, he didn’t have the slightest clue who J'Ru had laughing it up with him.

Before Priest could go any further, Jazzy reached her arm across his chest, stopping him. "Be smart," she advised Priest with a side-eye. "We only know one bald bitch with smooth-ass skin."

Priest craned his eyes down at his sister. He seemed unconvinced until he heard the voice that was all too familiar to him. "That ain't her." He shook his head, remaining in denial.

Jazzy smacked her lips as if he were stupid. "Nigga, who the fuck else would it be?" she gritted.

Priest dismissed his sister by pushing her arm away gently. He proceeded toward the table, heading straight for J'Ru. "What's good?" Priest slapped hands with him.

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