Page 20 of The Love of Priest 2

Kaymen shook his head. "We follow the plan. If they’re not willing to let us spare them, then we blow they fucking heads off,"he asserted.

"Bet," Priest agreed before opening the door and stepping out with the leather duffle bag clenched in his grip. The stacks of money stuffed inside weighed it down. Priest knew he was now singing a completely different tune when it came to reimbursing Leonard’s money, but he had to sacrifice shit for things to work out in his favor.

As his Balenciaga sneakers made contact with the cement, J'Ru and Kaymen exited the vehicle as well.

Opposite them, Leonard and June made their way out of their vehicle.

Priest could feel his jaw clench in anger.

He couldn't stand even being a few feet away from Leonard. Everything about Leonard disgusted Priest. The fact that people thought the two were so much alike didn’t help.

From the smug demeanor down to the dark eyes that many couldn't withstand, to everyone else, Priest was nothing but the person he was trying so hard not to be like.

He never understood why God made him so similar to someone who didn't even appreciate his existence.

Britain was really the only person who fought hard to separate the two, and Priest appreciated that immensely.

She believed Priest was nothing like his father.

He was a better man and had way more character and better morals.

Priest tossed the duffle toward Leonard and June.

It fell to the ground with a thud. A smug smirk plastered Leonard's face.

He and June glanced at each other before he signaled the okay for June to retrieve the bag.

"Heard you broke your nutty-ass mother off with my money," Leonard throated out in his deep, raspy voice.

Not taking his attempt to get a rise out of him too deeply, Priest simply shrugged his shoulders. "Consider it reparations for you being a weak-ass nigga,"he spewed.

"C'mon, son. That's how you speak to your pops?" Leonard threw his head back in laughter, taunting Priest.

Before Priest could respond to Leonard's catty remark, J'Ru drew his gun from the waistband of his jeans.

"Listen, he wanted to spare you, but I don't think we should let you and your bitch-ass brother live another day after what y'all pulled back at Remy’s crib," J'Ru gritted with his gun aimed right at Leonard's head.

"J'Ru, put it down," Kaymen ordered from behind him.

J'Ru's anger always got the best of him.

Their negotiations with niggas Priest tried to bury the hatchet with almost always ended in blood shed because J'Ru never really stuck to the plan.

Priest could definitely understand the anger J'Ru had toward Leonard, but now wasn't the time.

"Fall back, Ru," Priest told him.

J'Ru held the gun up to Leonard's head for a moment longer before putting it down like Kaymen and Priest requested.

Bloodshed wasn't the answer at the moment, and shockingly, J'Ru came to terms with that.

It was taking everything in him to abide by their orders, but for Priest's sake, he did.

J'Ru walked away, getting into the SUV alongside Cyro.

He couldn't stand being in close proximity to Leonard and June for another second, so he watched Kaymen and Priest wrap up the hand off from the car.

Kaymen and Priest soon returned to the vehicle, glaring at J'Ru. "You gotta stop doing shit like that, Ru," Priest sighed as he leaned back in his seat.

J'Ru smacked his lips. "Sorry. Everybody ain't as forgiving as you and Kaymen. I'm the one who got shot by him," he scoffed in a distasteful manner.

"You think we forgave him?" Priest screwed up his face in disbelief. "You out of your fucking mind. Me and Kaymen just see the bigger fucking picture."

"You need to learn how to focus, yo. We’re doing this for a reason. Stop losing sight of that," Kaymen added, causing J'Ru to roll his eyes slyly.

Crudely, J'Ru dismissed both of them. "I'll appreciate it when you niggas stop telling me what I need to do.

If I lost sight of the vision, those niggas would've been dead on the concrete.

" J'Ru always had a hard time dealing with the way Kaymen and Priest moved.

They were his brothers, and he could attest to how undeniably smart they were, but he just couldn't stand being the bigger person all the damn time.

Sometimes, niggas needed to be put in their place, and J'Ru for damn sure felt like Leonard and June needed to be knocked off their little high horse.

Priest decided not to press the issue since he knew how quickly J'Ru could go from zero to a hundred.

"Where to?" Cyro asked from the front seat of the SUV.

"The penthouse," Priest responded as he reached over, taking another burner cell from Kaymen's hold.Cyro nodded before proceeding in the direction of the penthouse.

Priest turned the burner cell on, watching it light up. Once it powered up, he navigated to the contacts where a single number was programmed into the device. Kaymen and J'Ru remained silent, waiting for Priest to fulfill the end of their calculated plan.

The call rang before being answered by none other than Daniel Hernandez, the prosecutor assigned to Priest's trial. "Congrats, Hernandez. You just landed the biggest fucking case of your life," Priest chuckled.

"You killed Leila?" Hernandez gritted from the other end of the call.

"Woah," Priest let out as if he were appalled. "That's a heavy fucking accusation. You know better than that."

"Then what do you want?" He cut straight to the chase.

Priest chuckled once more. "I made it easy for you. License plate JMV 9307, Lamborghini. Making its way out of Harlem right now," Priest told him with a smug smirk.

Priest could hear Daniel let out a heavy breath. "What the fuck do you want, Justice?!" he jeered venomously, aware that Priest wasn’t about to drop the dime without getting something in return.

"Make my problems disappear, Daniel. It’s in everyone’s best interest if I’m a free man," Priest bargained.

"And if I don't?" Daniel challenged.

Priest shrugged his broad shoulders. "We'll see how quick the media eats up those wire transfers from you to that massage parlor you frequent. Bill won't be the only one going down in state history as a sick and perverted fuck."

His threats caused Daniel's chest to tighten.

After Bill killed himself for the massage parlor scandal, Daniel thought he had covered his tracks pretty well.

He was never mentioned in the media for it.

Bill had promised that he had cut all loose ends.

How the fuck did Priest get ahold of information like that?

"You got 24 hours, Hernandez. Use it wisely. I have The Times on fucking speed dial," Priest warned him before ending the call.

Once finished, Priest handed the cell back to Kaymen so he could properly dispose of it. The three men glanced at each other before accomplished smirks made their way onto their faces. " To love, to family, to loyalty! " J'Ru chanted, causing Kaymen and Priest to laugh.

Together, the three cheered for their chant. " To Priest! " J'Ru and Kaymen both shouted as they clapped their hands loudly to congratulate him for accomplishing the mission.

Priest still remained two steps ahead.

TRIBECA, NEW YORK

At the sound of the thick steel doors of the elevator parting, Britain’s head jolted up.

The text from Priest an hour ago was enough to settle her churning stomach and bring her to ease.

She still wanted to gripe and groan at him—as she should—but she was calm knowing that he and the guys were okay and unharmed.

Priest, Kaymen and J'Ru waded into the penthouse, facing the crude and harsh glares from the women."Kaymen, I should fucking kill you!" Jadey hissed as she marched toward him.

Priest and J'Ru immediately cleared the way, allowing Jadey to have clear access to Kaymen. "I gave you simple instructions: stay in the fucking Hamptons," Kaymen sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, that was before I saw you in the background of the fucking mayor getting her brains blown out," Jadey seethed in frustration.

Kaymen exhaled another heavy sigh before grabbing ahold of her hand. "Yo, we out," he announced with a smack of his lips. "Ru and P, I'll hit you later," he told the guys as he dragged Jadey off toward the elevator.

Britain couldn't help but to let out a laugh. Jadey sure knew how to drive Kaymen's chill ass up the wall. "If you ever ignore my calls again, Kaymen, I'll push your ass off the Brooklyn Bridge myself!" was the last thing they heard from Jadey as the elevator doors shut.

J'Ru was in the midst of laughing at Kaymen's torture when he was met with the scolding eye of Taylor. "Who the fuck you call yourself having dinner for two with tomorrow night, J'Ru?!" She pointed her long acrylic nail in his face as her curvy stature stood stern before him.

The amusement on J'Ru's face quickly disappeared as his expression went bleak. "Well, that's my cue," J'Ru muttered as he dragged Taylor along.

"Good luck with that!" Jazzy called out behind them.

While Taylor and J'Ru traveled down to the parking garage, Priest was left alone with Jazzy and Britain eying him down. "I'm assuming you two want an explanation." Priest eased out a light breath as he leaned against the wall.

Jazzy shook her head as she rose from her seat on the couch. "Nah," she declined. "I know all I need to know.”

Priest knew there wasn't much he could hide from Jazzlyn. As much as they tried to protect her from the truth, they only exposed her to it more.Everyone else may have been fooled, but she wasn't. "You wanna head out?" Priest shifted his attention to Britain.

She nodded her head. "I think that's best," she said as she rose from her spot on the couch.

Priest extended his hand to her, which she took with no hesitation. "We'll talk later, Jazzy," Priest told his sister as he let Britain lead the way toward the elevator.

"Stay safe," Jazzy said as she waved goodbye to them as the doors glided shut.

In the elevator, Britain pulled her hand from Priest’s with an agitated look masking her face. "How can I make this up to you?" Priest asked in a low voice as he pulled Britain in front of him. He lowered his head, applying a kiss to her cheek.

"Tell me the truth, Kanaz," she demanded as they reached the parking garage.

A heavy breath slipped out of him. He led her toward his Porsche, where he assisted her with climbing in. He made his way around to get in himself. "So, are you going to tell me?" Britain questioned him once more.

Priest pressed the button for the car to rev to life. Pulling out the parking spot, he tried hard to avoid her gaze. "Fine. Don't tell me." She shrugged in defeat. "I'm just glad you're okay."

"You’re settling now?" Priest raised a brow, wondering why she let up so easily.

Britain leaned back in her seat. "Eventually, I have to learn to settle. You keep things from me and claim it's for my benefit. If that's what you want to do, I can't change that," she concluded.

"It is for your benefit," Priest stressed.

"You don't have to convince me anymore," she assured him. "I'm learning that with you, it just comes with the territory.”

"Just know you're my purpose for all this shit." He took ahold of her hand, bringing it up to his lips for a gentle kiss.

A faint smile broke free on Britain's face as her brown eyes shifted toward him. "I love you," she professed.

"I love you too,Gioia," he declared.