Page 105 of The Love of Priest 2

Priest eyed Britain through his dim, hooded eyes. His face was screwed up as if Britain had just insulted him, but deep within him, he knew his fiancée was right. He ran his hand down his face before hanging his head low.

"So, what I'm supposed to do? Let my little sister fuck up her life, despite me knowing what all this shit can lead to?"

Britain shook her head. Priest had the right to step in and try to guide Jazzy and prevent her from falling into the temptations of fast money as he had.

However, what she couldn't stand for was him being blinded by the fact that he only saw Jazzy as his innocent younger sister and blaming himself and anyone else who was around for her actions.

"P, I'm sure you can figure something out.

Just hold her accountable as well," Britain said to him.

"Easier said than done," he mumbled with a shake of his head.

Britain agreed with a nod of her head. She made her way back over to him, this time wrapping her arms around his torso. "You're going to have to figure it out, though, and quickly." Her tone was urgent, but her demeanor was calm, which confused Priest.

His thick brow hiked up as he peered down at her. "Why you say that,Gioia?"

A deep sigh exhaled out of Britain as she craned her head up so her soft feline-like eyes were locked with his. "There's something I need to tell you," she let out hesitantly.

She could feel Priest's chest tense up. He was preparing himself for more bad news since the night had already gone bad.

"Don't tell me you knew about this shit before I did,” Priest said and shook his head, already conjuring up the worst assumption he could.

"‘Cause if you did, that's fucked up, Brit.

" His face screwed up into a scowl as his jaws clenched.

"No, Priest, I just found out when J'Ru blew up her spot at the dinner table," she clarified, which prompted Priest’s jaws to unclench and his face to soften. "But I do want to let you know that the accountant that Jazzy is working with… I know her.”

"Know her how? Through passing?" he asked, hoping for more details.

Britain dropped her arms from around Priest's torso.

She was uncertain how he would take what she had to tell him.

He was already on edge after the dinner table dispute, and she didn't want to push him even further.

However, Britain knew if she sat on this information longer than she should, it could possibly lead to something bad for Priest, and she didn't want that.

She needed to be open and honest with him so he would be prepared if things did go left.

"Avery is the wife of my ex, Cameron. I don't want to think the worse, but anything and anyone who’s too close to Cameron can't be trusted."

A chuckle full of festering bitterness eased out of Priest as he shook his head at what Britain assumed was disbelief.

"Hold up. What you telling me right now?

You think this Cameron nigga behind all this?

He tryna fuck with my money or something?

" Priest folded his arms across his chest as his brows bumped together.

Britain herself was unsure of what she was even telling Priest, which prompted her to shake her head in response to him.

"I don't know, P, but I just feel like I have to let you know about the connection.

It's just all so weird," she huffed out in frustration as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Priest stood before Britain, his mind running at a mile a minute. "So, I should dead this shit before it even goes too far," he thought out loud. "From what is sounds like, that Avery shorty already got her hands on my money. You think she's playing Jazzy?"

"If she was, what would be the motive? I doubt they could make the connection that this all falls back on you," she said to Priest.

Priest's hand reached into his pocket, extracting his phone. "I'm not about to waste no time figuring this shit out," Priest scoffed as he tapped away on the screen of his device. "‘Preciate you telling me,Gioia. I'm gonna handle it," he asserted before craning down to place a kiss on her lips.

Britain wasn't sure what Priest was gearing up to do to handle everything, but from the look that seeped through his eyes, she knew his mind was working on being two steps ahead.

THE NEXT DAY

As the rays of the sun crept into the bedroom, Priest rose from his slumber.

His eyes fluttered open as he instinctively rolled over to pull Britain closer to him.

When he didn't make contact with her, his brows furrowed, and he sat up.

Running his hand down his face, he cursed himself for sleeping in later than he intended to.

He got out of the bed, dropping to his knees for his routine morning prayer.

With his hands pressed together, his eyes shut, and his head bowed, Priest prayed to God for guidance and strength through the chaos and confusion he was enduring.

He made sure to express his gratitude for everything and everyone he had before closing the prayer with an Amen .

Standing to his full height, he made the bed before navigating to the bathroom so he could start his morning routine.

In the midst of his skin care routine Britain curated for him, he felt Britain's arms wrap around his torso from behind.

Looking at her through the mirror, a smirk etched his face and reflected onto hers.

"Good morning. Where were you when I woke up? I missed you," Priest told her as he rotated around to face her.

A smile canvassed Britain's face. "I was downstairs making breakfast for everyone. I feel like we should gather at the table one more time," she suggested with hope beaming within her soft eyes.

"Do we really need to, though?" Priest chuckled as she nodded her head in response.

"Yes, P, and I want you to come downstairs with good energy. Your face tells it all, so smile," she encouraged him.

Priest smacked his lips as his face panned with his infamous stale face. "I'll see what I can do."

A laugh poured from Britain, who was amused by the look on his face.

"Thank you for trying, playa." She grinned in excitement before sprouting up on her tippy toes to lay a kiss on his tender lips.

As she parted her lips from his, her face screwed up into a funny look.

"I hope you brushed your teeth already," she teased.

Priest laughed as he showcased his Colgate smile, confirming that he brushed his teeth prior to her kissing him. "You're good," he assured her.

Britain pecked his lips a few more times before advising him that she would be expecting him downstairs once he was finished getting ready. As she joyfully skipped out of the bathroom, Priest sent a rough smack to her rear, causing her to curse him and yelp in pain.

He continued getting ready for the day. As promised, after getting dressed, he made his way down.

He could hear laughter and talking circulating throughout the home coming from the kitchen.

Truth be told, he didn't want to be forced to have his breakfast with J'Ru, Kaymen and Jazzy.

There was thick tension between them, and he was sure a seat around the table to have breakfast wouldn't be able to ease that tension.

It just may make it worse. Navigating to the kitchen, he saw Jazzy, J'Ru and Kaymen gathered around the island with Britain having great conversation.

"Morning," Priest dryly greeted them as he bypassed them to grab a mug from the cupboard.

"Why you gotta be so fucking prideful?" J'Ru let out in response to Priest's half-ass greeting.

Britain threw her hands up in defeat as she shook her head.

The men couldn't even last a minute before they were going at it with each other.

Kaymen and Jazzy were used to this. They always went at it with each other, and not much could diffuse their disputes until they were ready to forgive each other.

The best advice Jazzy and Kaymen could offer Britain was to just stay out of it unless they were being downright disrespectful to each other or if things got physical.

"Ain't nobody being prideful. You fucked up, and I called you out on that shit," Priest spat as he helped himself to a cup of coffee.

"Son, you tripping out about the fact that your little sister came through and saved our asses while you was kicked up out here," J'Ru sneered with a scoff.

Jazzy shook her head with a sigh. "C'mon, let’s not do this. Just let it go," she pleaded desperately, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of their back and forth.

"Nah, lets fucking talk about it," Priest gritted out in his baritone voice.

"That’s what this shit really about? You think I'm kicked up out here. You’re so fucking ignorant when it comes to whatever you don't like.

You hate everything about me being out here, Ru, so you do little dumb shit like throw Jazzy in the mix so you can have me back in the city on your timing. "