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Priest laughed, agreeing with Seven. "I appreciate that."

"Just stop by a bit more so I won't have to."

"Got it," Priest confirmed.

Seven said her goodbyes before hustling toward her car. Priest couldn't help but to be amused by Seven. In a way, she acted exactly like Britain. Once she pulled off, Priest knocked on Remy's door and patiently waited until Remy made his way to the door and opened it. He was met by a cloud of smoke coming from a lit joint in Remy’s hand.

"What you doing here?" Remy asked Priest as he passed him the blunt before stepping aside to let him in.

Priest took a few pulls of the pearled joint before handing it back over to Remy. "I just got done showing Tasha the spot in my building."

"She like it?"

Priest nodded his head. "Moving in by the end of this week."

"That's good," Remy said as he claimed his seat on his La-Z-Boy recliner.

Priest took a seat adjacent to him on the couch. "How've you been feeling?" he asked Remy.

Jeremy shrugged. "I'm doing alright. I'm ready to be a hundred percent, though."

Priest sighed as he rested his arms against his knees. "I never really apologized for all this shit," he began. "It had nothing to do with you. If anything, I should be the one recovering."

A smooth chuckle flowed from Remy as he exhaled a small cloud of smoke. "Leonard been had motives from the jump, PJ," he reminded him as he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "He trusted me with a lot more than others, and I just outgrew him. It was no hostility on my side. I just couldn't fuck with him knowing that he was just out here being a coward. He don't get no respect from me, and I think he realized that the day he stopped by."

"He got you before you could get him," Priest mumbled.

Jeremy nodded. "And that's another reason I just can't get down with him no more. He's grimy. Leonard's the type of nigga to bite the hand that feeds him, and that shit don't sit right with me. June, on the other hand, he's real. His loyalty to his brother just got him blind," Remy explained to Priest.

"June been hating," Priest disagreed with a scoff.

"That's just him staying loyal to Leo. He did what was right when he checked you about you spilling into his stomping grounds."

Priest let out a sigh as he leaned back in his seat. "So, what now?"

"You asking me what now?" Jeremy hiked his brow up. "You never did that before." He shook his head.

Priest shrugged his shoulders. "I gotta play this smart. I can't dive in headfirst in this situation."

Remy eyed Priest for a moment. He hated the fact that Priest came to him for advice about all the wrong things, but he couldn't just send him out there blind. "Keep doing what you're doing. They expect you to come at them full force right now.Don't," Remy instructed him. "You come back fully equipped and fully prepared… Right when they least expect it."

Priest nodded, retaining all the advice. "Bet. And where does that leave you, old man?" he questioned with a light smirk.

Remy waved him off with a chuckle. "I'm out. I trust you to handle it."

"You singing a different tune." Priest raised his brows skeptically. He was sure that Seven had talked him out of his prior plan of taking matters into his own hands with Leonard, but Priest really didn't mind. He actually preferred it this way.

"I've been there and done that," Remy waved off. "I can't keep getting shot, man."

"I feel you," Priest assured. "I'll handle it. I got you."

After a short while, Priest decided to leave. He never mentioned Seven because he felt like it was best to stay out of it; however, he was going to take Seven's advice. "Sunday, I'm having dinner at my restaurant. You gotta come through," Priest offered Remy an invite.

With a bit of hesitation, Remy shook his head. "I don't know, man. I'll see if I could make it."

"C'mon get out the fucking house, Rem. I'm sure Britain would be happy to see you socializing," Priest chuckled, hoping that would be enough to convince Remy.

"Do I look like the type of nigga who socializes?" Remy stale faced Priest.