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"I seen the news. You alright?" Jeremy asked, assuming that Britain wasn't too far from Priest when Leila was murdered on the steps of City Hall.

"I'm fine," she assured her father, causing him to let out a breath of relief. "I'm not in the city."

"He sent you off?" Remy questioned, referring to Priest.

Britain nodded. "Yeah. I can't get in contact with him, so I'm heading back now." Jeremy could hear the deep concern and fear in Britain's voice. He hated it; however, this wasn't the time to lecture his daughter.

"No, if he sent you off, then it's best that you stay out there. I'll make sure everything's alright," Remy asserted. The timing of the events told Remy that this was Priest’s way of figuring everything out. Right now, his plan was in motion, and like always, Priest kept his word to Remy and left him and Britain out of it. Remy appreciated that, so to keep thing from going bad for Priest, he was going to try to keep Britain away from the city.

Britain huffed in frustration. "It's a little too late for that. I'm on the way," she told him.

"Britain, I'm telling you now, he sent you off for a reason. Don't over complicate things," Remy stressed to her.

Completely disregarding what her father was saying, Britain continued back to the city. "Call me if you hear anything," she finalized before ending the call with her father.

"That was Rem?" Jazzy asked from beside Britain.

Britain nodded her head. "Yeah, he doesn't know what's going on either."

"You don't think they—?" Jazzy halted her speculation with a suggestive look etched on her face. She spoke in hushed tones in hopes of keeping her question between her and Britain.

Britain furrowed her brows, thinking deeply about what Jazzy was speculating. "No, they wouldn't do that… at least I don't think so,” she replied. Britain seemed as though she was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince Jazzy. She couldn't come up with a single motive for why Priest would want Leila dead. If anything, she was his secret weapon, his power play when shit got too sticky. Why in the hell would he want her dead? Britain just couldn't wrap her head around it, no matter how hard she tried.

HARLEM, NEW YORK

"They keep calling," Kaymen sighed as he silenced yet another call from his wife, Jadey.

Priest extracted his phone from the inner pocket of his suit, checking his device. Sure enough, he was getting another call from Britain that would be left unanswered. He was sure that watching Leila's demise on live television had everyone in fear, Britain included. He just couldn't explain something that was far too intricate and sensitive to discuss. Britain would want answers and an explanation, two things he simply couldn't offer her at the moment or maybe even ever.

Stressed, he leaned his head back against the headrest of the vehicle. A breath eased out of him as he turned the vibrating device completely off. J'Ru sat beside him, using a handkerchief to scrub his face and hands of any of Leila’s blood that had splattered onto him.The metallic smell scorched his nose, and he didn't think he could take it any longer. "How far are we?" J'Ru asked as he tried to prevent himself from gagging.

"Two minutes," Cyro responded.

J'Ru groaned as he shifted his eyes down to his suit and flicked a piece of Leila's brain matter off his sleeve. "Hold ittogether. We've seen way worse shit then some fucking brains," Kaymen told J'Ru.

He nodded. "You're right.”

Priest, on the other hand, remained silent. He still needed to process everything that was going on. Shit seemed to be moving at the speed of light, and he was desperately trying to keep up.Cyro halted the vehicle at the curb in front of Tasha's home. The men had a second car waiting for them so Cyro could make a smooth transition and get rid of the SUV that they were sure contained bits of Leila's DNA. They climbed out of the vehicle with Priest leading the way through the gate. On the porch, there sat Remy with the keys to Tasha's now empty home in his hands.

A look of shame masked Priest, Kaymen, and J'Ru's faces. None of them expected to have to face Remy. Despite the fact that Priest remained two steps ahead, Remy always seemed to be aligned with him.Standing from the seat, Remy heaved a heavy breath. "Get y'all fucking asses inside,” he scolded them before he opened the door, allowing them entry into Tasha's home. Priest used Tasha’s move into the condo in his building to his advantage. Tasha's home was where he and the guys stored clean clothes to allow them to strip themselves of the ones that were soiled with Leila's blood and brain matter.

"How'd you know?" Priest asked Remy as he shut the door behind them.

Jeremy leaned against the wall, eying the three men as they peeled the blood-stained suit jackets off themselves. "If I had all the resources you guys have right now back when I was in deep shit, I would’ve done the same thing."

"Good looks, Rem," Priest thanked him. The three took turns getting dressed in fresh clothes, leaving Remy to dispose of the soiled ones.

"Britain's on the way back," Remy informed Priest once he returned from getting dressed.

"She what?!" Priest screwed up his face.

Jeremy chuckled with a nod of his head. "You heard what I said.”

Priest ran his hands down his face as he groaned lowly. "Why is she so fucking hardheaded?" he heaved.

Jeremy chuckled once more before scoffing. "Have you met her mother? The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree."

Kaymen sighed. "She isn't coming alone. Jadey's crazy ass is about to fucking kill me."