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"How you doing, baby girl?" Remy asked. They could hear the smile in his voice.

Priest chuckled lightly as he watched Britain lean up in her seat, ready to talk at a mile a minute to her father. "I've been doing good, Dad. I was able to finish up that page spread I was telling you about. Remember the one about the youth mentor who lost her daughter? She actually got back to me. Thanks for giving her my email. In said email, she mentioned how nice you were to her. Sounds like I should set you guys up for a date in the near future." Britain's bubbly personality oozed out of her as she danced in her seat like a child.

Both Priest and Britain laughed at the sound of Remy smacking his lips loudly with a scoff. "Britain, just ‘cause I was nice doesn't mean I wanna take the woman out. I approached her on business so you could get the rest of your story. You take it too far all the time," he sighed with a shake of his head. He knew Britain meant no harm. She was just being herself.

"Alright then. Suit yourself." Britain decided to let up on her father. "But I must say, it's mandatory you have a plus one for me and P's wedding," she teased.

"See, I'm gonna stop this conversation while I'm ahead," Remy said, putting an end to her antics. "Priest, I got that package you had dropped off."

"Word. Hold that down for me," he instructed Remy.

"No problem, but for how long?" Remy asked.

"Not long. I'll let you know where I need it to be soon.”

Without any other questions, Remy agreed. "Alright. Hit me when you ready," he advised before he said goodbye to them, ending the call.

Priest could feel Britain's eyes searing into him. "What was that about?" she asked with a raised brow, referring to the conversation he and Remy just had.

He shrugged dismissively as he kept his focus on the road. "Nothing serious," he waved it off.

Britain nodded her head, deciding not to pry. She had an idea of what it could possibly be, and if she was right, then she was sure everything would come to light.Once they arrived back at the estate, Priest aided Britain out the car. They entered the home, and Priest made sure to lock up behind him.

"You think they're back?" she asked as she looked up at him.

The home was silent for the most part, so Priest assumed J'Ru, Jazzy, and Kaymen had yet to return. Quite frankly, he didn't even care to find out. In response to Britain's question, he offered her a careless shrug. She chuckled, finding his smug attitude amusing.They began getting settled in, and Britain started by stepping out of the heels that left her feet sore. She remained on the lower level of the home, occupying herself with the task of setting up her bouquet for display in a vase. Priest trudged up the staircase so he could dress down into something more comfortable. Once he landed on the second level of the home that overlooked the foyer, he heard the locks of the front door click.

The front door was roughly pushed open as Jazzy came striding into the home with rage masking her face while J'Ru and Kaymen towed behind her with menacing looks on their faces as well.

"Priest!" Jazzy shouted for him, oblivious to the fact that he was on the second level witnessing her anger.

Britain emerged from the living area with a look of concern webbing her eyes. As she was about to question Jazzy, she heard Priest respond.

He leaned against the banister of the home with a sly look etching his handsome face. "What's up? We got a problem?" His rugged and raspy voice sounded through the home as he failed to reciprocate Jazzy's energy by remaining calm and relaxed.

"Yo, you for real right now?" Kaymen screwed up his face in question as he looked up at Priest. "Why you even doing this? You do know we sealed the fucking deal, and you made us look like some goofy-ass motherfuckas when we ain't have no paper to send off, right?"

For the most part, Kaymen was looking to stay out of the ongoing feud simply because he knew everyone was just talking out of anger and would eventually come to their senses and realize that things would always be better off if they worked as a unit. What he didn't appreciate, though, was his reputation being played with, and Priest had made a move that caused him to look bad in the end.

J'Ru pressed his hands together before inhaling a deep breath in hopes of subduing the anger festering inside of him. "PJ, where's the fucking money?" he gritted.

"Shit like this happens when the three of us ain't on one accord. Shit don't move how it's supposed to," Priest reminded them. "I told you, Ru. You shouldn't wanna play this game with me ‘cause you gone lose every fucking time. Even from out here in Italy, I still have my reach and can make shit happen. I been fair, I been understanding, and I been appreciative to have you and Kaymen rocking with me through all this shit, but let's be clear. I built this from the ground up. When shit comes crashing down, I take the heat for it all, so ain't no executive decisions being made unless it gets my stamp of approval. Just as quick as I made this shit a unit, I can make it a solo mission. Don't evertry to fucking push me out of some shit that I brought you in on. We better than that."

The heaviness and authority in Priest's baritone brought silence upon everyone as they stood in their spots, digesting everything he said. It was evident that Priest didn't want to step on any of his brothers’ toes, but he had to remind them that even though he was stationed in Italy, he still had his role within their operation. Kaymen wasn't looking to have a battle about who started what and who was the head of shit. Quite frankly, he didn't give a fuck, and he was hoping Priest and J'Ru thought the same. Kaymen knew his role and executed it well. He just wanted their business to be back in motion because within the few weeks they had been sitting around, they lost traction in the streets, and he would be damned if he was second to anyone.

"How quick can you get the money where it gotta be?" Kaymen asked, wanting to refocus the energy back into the business.

J'Ru, who could no longer withstand the brewing tension between him and Priest, simply walked off to ease his temper before anything else could happen. Priest watched as J'Ru separated himself from the conversation. He had dealt with J'Ru long enough to know that he just needed a minute to prevent himself from lashing out.

Fixing his attention back on Kaymen, Priest responded to his question. "I can have it moved now. Let them know to be on standby," Priest advised Kaymen.

Kaymen offered a quick nod before extracting his phone out of the pocket of his slacks to make a call. He bypassed both Britain and Jazzy, leaving them in the foyer so he could make his call in private.

"Aye, let your accountant know we no longer in need of her services," Priest directed Jazzy, whose eyes were still searing into him with a grimacing look. "You’re not ready for this world,Jazzy-Fae. This ain't for you. Listen to your big brother. I have yet to steer you wrong. You think I'm about to start now?"

With her hands fused to her hips, Jazzy looked up at him, a bitter chuckle easing out of her. "You act so much like your mother sometimes, you don't even see it," she spewed at him.

"You wish Sylvia gave a fuck about you like I do. If it were up to her, she would’ve let you be a crash test dummy. The shit not happening on my watch. Find another fucking hobby, Jazzlyn. My business ain't one," he retorted, concluding the conversation by walking away.