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"You look gorgeous," Priest complimented her as he rested his hand on her rear.

"Really? You like what I put together?" Her smirk danced on her lips as she peered down at her outfit. She paired a black, strapless, deep plunge corset with a pair of leather pants that molded every curve and dip on her body.

"You’re making my fit look weak out here,Gioia," he playfully teased her before looking down at the casual Denim Tears sweatsuit he put on.

"Thank you, P. You look handsome too." She halted their walking momentarily to give him a kiss, then wipe her lip stain off his lips.

The beauty of the Hamptons complimented the gorgeous beach house Priest owned. The Hamptons were far more scenic and inviting than the clogged burrows in the city. It was truly a breath of fresh air to be able just walk out in the open freely. She noticed how much lighter Priest seemed, opposed to how alert he would’ve been if they were out in Harlem.The strip looked as if it were a movie scene that was filmed in LA. The palm trees stood tall, and exotic cars lined the curb. Stores ranging from Balenciaga to Chanel and Fendi lined up next to each other with beautiful pieces in vast display windows.

"I used to bring Jazzy here whenever the semester was over," Priest chuckled in a reminiscent manner. "J'Ru would always chat my fucking ear off about spoiling her with these shoppingtrips, but she deserved it." He shrugged his shoulders just as he would whenever J'Ru would gripe about the usual end of the semester shopping sprees Jazzy anticipated.

"Awe, that's sweet," Britain cooed. "You make being the older sibling look so easy. Brixton and Brea gave me fucking hell while growing up. I was like their personal chauffeur, chef, and maid. Our parents were never really around. Kinda like they raised me so I could raise Brea and Brix," she recalled and shrugged her shoulders.

"You never really told me about your childhood, Brit," Priest told her as he draped his arm around her shoulder.

Britain sighed. "It was nothing crazy. I think it was pretty normal for anyone who had both parents in the demanding medical field. I can't ever say they didn't try, but it would have been nice to not constantly get cut off by a pager or have to hold something off because your parents are in surgery," Britain began opening up. Jadey was really the only outsider who knew how she felt about her childhood. To anyone on the outside looking in, Seven and Henderson seemed to have a perfect balance between being top-tier surgeons and having a full family, but only Brixton, Brea, and Britain knew how things really were.

"We really aren't that different from each other. Well… your people were out there saving lives. My people were probably living it up like me and Jazzy ain't even exist," Priest chuckled, making light of the situation. Britain nodded her head, agreeing with him.

"I know this may sound crazy, but I think not having our parents around as often as we should have made us really great people," she shrugged.

"You can say that," Priest nodded. "Being a father figure to Jazzy really made me who I am. She taught me how to be selfless even when I didn't want to."

"You afraid of leaving her?" Britain asked as she averted her soft brown eyes up to eye him.

Priest let out a deep sigh as he ran his hand down his face. "More than you would ever know," he admitted shamelessly. "It's really always been me and her. I don't even like thinking about leaving her out here on her own, but she's so fucking cold that I know she'll probably play me out for being so worried," he chuckled, amused by how strong Jazzy truly was.

He and J'Ru had a habit of treating her like she was a fragile baby, but Jazzy really could take on the world without breaking a sweat. She was driven, independent, and tough as hell; however, to Priest, she was still his little sister.Britain couldn't help but laugh while agreeing with him. "Have you tried talking to her about it?" she asked once she settled from her laughter.

Priest shook his head. "Whenever I try to, she’s dismissive about it. I think she can handle anything; I just don't want her to feel as though everything is so sudden," he shrugged. "She likes you. I can tell by the way she's so inviting of you. I know I'm asking for too much as is, but look out for her for me.” Britain knew how hard it was for him to leave Jazzy behind. She was truly the closest to Priest's heart. She knew if Priest didn't have to do his time, he would never leave his sister’s side.

"You've got my word, P." She placed her hand over her heart, solidifying the promise, just like he would.

Priest craned down from his tall height and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I love you, aight?" he professed with deep gratitude. "I'm gonna keep all my promises to you."

Britain grinned up at him while nodding her head. Feeling this amount of love and care from someone was just so refreshing. She couldn't help but to just bask in it. She didn't want to think about how short-lived things actually could be. What she and Priest had was what she wanted for life. She wasjust going to have to push through the rough patches to attain that. "I love you too, Kanaz.”

He eventually led her into Balenciaga, which he noticed Britain had been eying since they parked the car. He was preparing himself to urge her to get whatever she wanted. She was stubborn, and it was hard to convince her to do anything, but he was going to try.

With some pressure from Priest, Britain managed to pick up a few bags and pieces out of the store. After the cashier boxed and bagged everything up, Priest paid the hefty bill without any complaints or hesitation. With each store, it became less of a hassle to get Britain to pick something up. He didn’t set a limit for her, so by the time they finished shopping, he was hauling around a multitude of bags for her. Tired from the much-needed retail therapy, they decided on a nearby restaurant to catch lunch.

Britain chose outdoor seating for them so they could just enjoy the weather. "Today was nice," Britain said to him.

Priest nodded, agreeing with her. "It was. I feel like we both deserved it."

"You more than me." She reached over the table to grab ahold of his hand. "You're getting grays, P," she taunted him.

"Britain, stop playing with me," he warned her as he unlocked his phone and opened his camera to check his reflection to ensure that he hadn't grown any gray hairs.

Lifting her hand, she caressed his precisely lined beard. "I'm kidding, P," she assured him in laughter. "So, when do you plan on turning on your phone and getting out of here?"

Priest released a heavy sigh as he leaned back in his seat. "Tomorrow, actually.”

Britain poked out her bottom lip. "Bummer."

"I know,Gioia, but when we get back, things are going to be different."

Britain furrowed her brows as she eyed him. "Different how?"