Page 36 of The Love of Priest 2

Jeremy’s eyes bore into Seven, who refused to make any eye contact.

The two were more open with each other now, just like old times.

They could talk about anything without the fear of being judged.

Still, there was an understanding, and Seven had her boundaries.

It was nothing more than what they were doing now, sharing coffee and talking.

The attraction was still there, and so was the tension, but they knew it was no use.

Seven respected her marriage, and so did Jeremy, so they never went past sharing coffee and just talking.

"Men like you and Priest love women like Britain and I so much because it's a feeling that's so foreign to you. Once you guys have it, you’re willing to pour it all into us because it will always be reciprocated, no matter how many promises are broken," Seven explained.

She had so much time to think while she and Jeremy were apart.

Once she finally let go of all the anger and hostility toward Jeremy, she realized that everything he ever did was because he loved her.

It was difficult for her to wrap her head around it, but that was really the only thing that made sense to her.

Jeremy bit down on his bottom lip in deep thought. Seven’s attention trailed back to Remy, their eyes meeting. Her oak brown orbs were filled with pain as his sulked in guilt. "I'm wrong," Jeremy openly admitted. "Maybe it would be better hearing all of that from you.”

"She's our daughter, Jeremy. I know when it's the right time to nurture her and when it isn't. Luckily for her, I have plenty of experience with being with a man who can shake up your entire world and still leave you wanting more," Seven shrugged confidently, resting her case.

Jeremy chuckled in amusement as he shook his head. Seven still had her ways of getting whatever she wanted out of him. "You just love to hear me admit that I'm wrong."

She laughed in victory. "It's really a joy of mine," she confirmed and nodded her head.

Her phone going off in her purse immediately settled their laughter. She sat her mug down, extracting the device from her bag. "It's Britain," she informed Jeremy after letting out a heavy breath.

Jeremy nodded his head, giving her the go-ahead to answer the call from their daughter. She held the device up to her ear, preparing to console Britain. She was alarmed to hear the urgency and panic in Britain's voice.

"Ma, he's bleeding, and I don't know—"Seven's eyes widened in shock at the sound of her daughter’s shrilling cries.

"Mocha, baby, who's bleeding?" Seven asked, trying her best to drown out all the incoherent shouts that cluttered the background on Britain's end of the phone call. Jeremy leaned up in his seat, concerned about what was going on with Britain.

"Priest!" Britain shrieked out. Her cries pierced her mother's ears, sending her heart down to the pit of her stomach.

Seven swiftly jolted out of her seat, grabbing her bag. "Britain, take him to the hospital now! I'll meet you there!" Seven ordered. She knew the pressure of taking Priest's life into her hands, but her daughter wouldn't have had it any other way, which was why she called in the first place.

"No!" Seven heard from the other side of the phone. The raspy voice lacked ease and was choppy, as if mustering up the strength to utter out the protest was taking everything out of them.

"He's conscious?!" Seven questioned, connecting the bellowing voice to Priest.

Britain heaved out a heavy cry as she nodded her head.

"Yes! How can I stop the bleeding until we get him over to you?

!" she asked as she readjusted Priest's head on her lap.

His face was chiseled and clenched in agony.

He refrained from imploring her in pain and suppressed his screams by keeping his eyes fixed on Britain.

She was keeping him calm, despite her screeching and crying.

"Where are you, Britain?!" Seven dropped her bag back down.

Britain’s eyes peered out of the dark tinted window of the vehicle, watching as the surrounding scenery drifted past her as the car continued to pick up speed.

Behind their vehicle was Kaymen and J'Ru speeding after them in traffic.

She gave her mother their location before setting her orbs back onto Priest.

Seven’s fingers raked through her hair in distress.

Her brown eyes shifted to Remy, who was in distress as well.

She gulped before making her decision. "I'm at your father's house.

You're not too far from me," she enlightened Britain, not finding it necessary to cover the fact that she had been spending time with Remy in a high-stake situation like this.

Britain's mind was only fixed on keeping Priest alive. She didn't even realize that her mother was casually visiting her father. She simply shouted orders to whoever was operating the vehicle to get Priest to Remy's house immediately.

"Now, Mocha, I know you’re scared right now, but I need you to hold the bleeding and keep pressure on the wound until you get to me," Seven instructed her as she brought her voice down to a mellow and calm tone just to brace her petrified daughter for what she needed to do.

Britain pushed through her tears as she nodded her head. "Okay," she croaked as she wiped the single tear that cascaded from Priest's eye.

"Baby, I need you to look at the wound. Is there an entry and an exit?" Seven asked with her composed voice.

Britain lifted her hand from the puddle of blood that gushed out of the bullet wound, assessing the hole that punctured Priest's flesh.

Britain was squeamish. She couldn't take the cold feeling of his blood washing over the palms of her hand and the overbearing metallic smell that was suffocating her in the car.

She took in a deep breath before slightly lifting Priest up to search for an exit wound.

Priest grunted in anguish when she moved him. The sounds escaping him were enough to bring anyone to their knees, but Seven considered them a good thing. He was alive and conscious. She could work with that. "It's through and through," Britain informed her mother.

"Good, baby," Seven encouraged her. "That's a good thing, Mocha. That means he won't need me to open him up any further."

"W-what do I do next?!" Britain clamored out.

"Find something to wrap around both the entry and exit wound," Seven instructed. "It could be anything. Just make sure it's wrapped around him as tight as possible. When you do this, it will bring him a lot of pain. Don't let his screaming stop you, baby. Remember, you're trying to keep him alive."

Seven awaited Britain's response only to hear Priest’s piercing screams wave through her phone.

Britain didn't hesitate to follow her mother's instructions.

Her main priority was to minimize the blood loss and to keep Priest breathing.

Seven took in a sharp breath, stomaching the cries of pain from Priest. He was feeling every harsh feeling possible.

From the scorching aflame sensation that overtook his body to the intolerable outpouring of his crimson red blood, he felt everything.

"You're doing good, Mocha," Seven reassured Britain through Priest's wailing screams. "Put pressure on the wounds. I'm gonna stay on the phone until you get here. In the meantime, talk to him. Keep him awake."

Britain nodded her head as she used the sleeve of her blazer to clear her eyes from the tears that blurred her vision. She pressed down on the gushing wound as she looked down at Priest. His nose was flared as he breathed through the excruciating pain.

"You're gonna be okay." She ceased her crying to the best of her ability as she smiled down at him.

"I know it may not feel like it, but you have so much luck," Seven heard Britain chuckle through her tears.

"Your shorty's mom happens to be the best surgeon there is," she continued to make small talk like her mother advised her to.

"She better be," Priest throated out through short breaths, causing Britain to laugh.

Britain once more wiped her face from the tears cascading down her cheeks. A smile emerged on her face. It was forced, but it was still able to bring a bit of comfort to him. "You're gonna be okay," she reiterated once more. She craned down, applying a light kiss on his forehead.

Seven scrambled around Remy's home, gathering as many items as she could find that would aid her in keeping Priest alive.

Jeremy helped her with sitting a multitude of blankets on the floor to make it as comfortable as possible for Priest. "He's gonna be alright, right?

" Jeremy asked as he handed Seven the cheap suturing kit he had in his downstairs bathroom.

The look on Seven's face lacked confidence.

She truly wasn't sure. She was in an unsterile environment and lacked many of the resources that could’ve stopped the bleeding completely.

What Priest needed was a hospital, but she couldn't argue that with him in the state he was in.

Jeremy understood the look on Seven's face.

He took in a deep breath before nodding his head.

Seven returned to the phone call to encourage her daughter to remain strong for Priest's sake.

No one had the right to be more afraid than Priest at the moment.

He was the one hovering between life and death.

Everyone had to be strong, especially Britain.