Page 72 of The Love of Priest 2

Chapter Sixteen

A high level of uneasiness surrounded Priest as he watched Britain's jet take off in the direction of The States.

He felt like he was letting her go at the worst time possible.

His situation was still making its rounds in the streets, and his dogmatic mother was still making it her mission to spread horrid lies and allegations to the media.

Watching it unfold as he remained in the shadows in Italy was sickening.

It became even more gut-wrenching once he realized he wouldn't be able to protect Britain from what she could be faced with upon landing in New York.

Of course, he tried his best to ensure that security was tight and that no one could fuck with Britain's safety, but for some reason, he felt like that wasn't enough.

She was the woman he loved unconditionally; he didn't think he could ever be at peace if he wasn't in the city by her side, no matter how much security detail she had or how many times J'Ru and Kaymen promised she was safe with them.

Britain too felt a sense of uneasiness as she felt the jet descend from the skies.

The skies were gloomy as light rain showered the city, which only increased her anxiety.

The jet landed in New York around five in the evening, which translated to eleven in the evening out in Italy.

She had picked up the skill of converting the time in her head from Priest. At first, she made it seem as though it was so complex, but now, she was doing it without even thinking.

Due to the rain, the pilot had to ensure all safety precautions were followed, so it took a while for her to actually step out of the jet.

When she was finally cleared, she was met with none other than Cyro, who already had his hand out for her and an umbrella to hover over her head and shield her from the rain.

Cyro being the first familiar face she saw upon landing made her chuckle. "Pleasure to have you back, Mrs. Justice, " he offered Britain a polite head nod.

A smile canvassed Britain's face as she placed her hand in his. "It's good to be back. And we're engaged, not married yet," Britain enlightened Cyro, who had addressed her with Priest's last name.

As he aided her down the steps of the jet, he nodded his head. "Okay, Mrs. Justice ," he returned with the use of Priest's last name, disregarding her correction.

She shot Cyro a playful side-eye, which he returned with his typical emotionless face. " Mrs. Justice it is then," she shrugged with a laugh.

Together, she and Cyro trudged through the rain to the awaiting dark tinted SUV. He assisted her with getting in, allowing her to ease into the plush leather back seats. He shut the door before making his way back over to the jet to grab all her bags and belongings.

Glancing out the window, she tried her best to look past the dark skies and the rain that was coming down.

The weather put her in a bad mood, and she didn't want to feel the urge to get on a flight back to Italy when she had just gotten to New York.

With a heavy sigh, she withdrew her orbs from the window and set her attention on her phone.

As she waited for Cyro to grab her bags, she sent a text to Priest. Because it was far later in Italy, she wasn't sure if he had called it a night or if he was still up doing God knows what.

To stay on the safe side, she refrained from calling.

Britain: I landed. I appreciate you for arranging all of this. I love you.

Delivered 5:42 PM

Once all her bags were accounted for and packed into the SUV, Cyro got into the vehicle and pulled off.

As requested by Priest, she would be staying at the penthouse.

He had fully prepared Jazzy for her arrival.

Jazzy would have been ecstatic if he had decided to join Britain on this trip back home since she was missing her brother, but she understood that because of the circumstances they were in, it just wouldn't be the safest thing to do.

Having Britain back was enough for Jazzy right now.

For a while, she felt like life had been changing more and more every day.

Usually, she would be receptive to change, but at the moment, it didn't feel like it was changing for the better.

Everyone was growing apart, and life was beginning to feel really lonely.

She hardly hung out with Taylor because she was so busy holding up the responsibilities Priest left behind for her.

Plus, the little family she did have, like J'Ru and Kaymen, seemed to have locked into tunnel vision and only checked in when it pertained to work or her safety.

Jazzy wasn't one to complain, but she sure did miss the old times.

She was hoping that Britain being back for a little while would give her that sense of normality she had been craving for a minute.

Britain's phone vibrated in her grip with a text message. She unlocked her phone to read the message that had come from Priest.

Priest:

It's all good Gioia. I love you too. How was the flight? Good?

Received 6:02 PM

Britain: It was alright. I did feel a little sick mid-flight though. I slept the other half away.

Delivered 6:02 PM

Priest:

You alright? Need to come back so soon?

Received 6:04 PM

Britain: Oh you would love that wouldn't you?

Delivered 6:05 PM

Priest:

I would. It ain't the same without you here. How soon can I get you back?

Received 6:07 PM

A light smile etched her face as she read the text message over.

She had to admit, she was having a bit of separation anxiety from being so far away from him, but she knew they needed the distance.

Her smile digressed into a smirk as her fingers danced against the keyboard of her phone, typing a vague response to her fiancé.

Britain: Soon.

Delivered 6:10 PM

Priest:

Heard'ju

Received 6:11 PM

Knowing him as well as she did, she wouldn't have been surprised if he carelessly smacked his lips and scoffed when he rendered his response through text.

Although she was just giving him a hard time through text, she was definitely serious about not having a fixed date of when she would be back to Italy.

She didn't want to rush herself through anything.

She really needed the time to reevaluate a few things without feeling the constant pressure of giving in to his wants just because she was in his presence and enjoyed his constant affection.

With a light sigh, she read over his text before deciding not to respond.

For the remainder of the ride, she rested her eyes while leaning her head back against the headrest. Despite napping on the jet, she was still fairly tired since she could never find it within herself to be comfortable in the air.

Cyro neared the apartment building, and upon feeling the vehicle come to a smooth stop, Britain shook from her quick nap.

She adjusted her head from the leaned back position she was in and sat up.

Her orbs peered out the window and widened at the extreme amount of security measures that were being taken for her.

The building was surrounded by security who observed each and every one who was exiting and entering the premises.

"God, Priest," she mumbled with a shake of her head.

When he stressed how tough security would be, she never expected all of this.

Cyro proceeded through security, making sure to stop at the entrance of the parking garage to slightly roll Britain's window down to ensure they realized that she was in the vehicle.

Britain shot Stu, who was second in command after Cyro, a polite wave, which he returned.

"Welcome back, Mrs. Justice, " he said to her before giving Cyro the signal to proceed into the parking garage.

Britain chuckled lightly at the fact that everyone was referring to her as Mrs. Justice.

The massive ring she was sporting on her finger was now the first thing anyone would notice.

Once Cyro secured ground floor parking, he exited the vehicle to grab all her bags.

Then he aided her out of the car so they could make their way toward the elevator.

There, she placed her palm against the scanner, bypassing the security measures.

The thick steel doors glided open, allowing them entrance.

They were quickly lifted to the top floor.

The doors parted ways again, allowing them into the penthouse.

The penthouse was usually fairly dark, but it had changed drastically.

The color scheme of the decor seemed to have brightened with Jazzlyn's touch.

Britain was in awe at the number of changes Jazzy made to the penthouse.

It was a beautiful spot but didn't have much to offer if it wasn't filled with loved ones.

"Jazzy!" Britain called out, hoping her soon-to-be sister-in-law would appear to greet her.

At the call of her name, there was a silence, indicating that Jazzy wasn't home at the time of her arrival. "She isn't here?" Britain looked over her shoulder at Cyro, who had sat her bags down.

Cyro's broad shoulders motioned in a shrug. "You okay in here?" he asked, preparing for his exit and heading back toward the elevator doors.

A light pout graced Britain's face as she looked around the penthouse once more.

She was really anticipating seeing Jazzy.

Seeing her would have given her the sense of home she felt was missing while she was on the jet.

After a brief moment, Britain nodded. "Thanks, Cyro.

" She expressed her gratitude with slight disappointment weighing down her words.

Cyro nodded his head before proceeding to make his exit. Once the elevator doors shut behind him, Britain let out a heavy sigh before plopping down on the brand-new couch in the living room. "Definitely not the warm welcome I imagined," she mumbled as she folded her arms across her chest.