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Chapter Forty-Eight

Britain placed her eye at the view finder of her camera, zooming in on Priest. She knew she was probably driving him up the wall with the number of pictures she was taking of him, but she had her reasons.

"C'mon, Brit. Take it easy today," he told her as she took a burst of photos of him while holding his hand up to her lens to prevent her from taking anymore.

Britain put her camera down with a loud huff. He screwed up his face, hiking his bushy brows up at her. "You're acting like I had a camera in your grill all day," he scoffed as he grabbed his rolling tray.

Britain laughed as she sat the camera down, putting Priest at ease. "You don't like having your very own personal photographer?" She smirked at him as she took the rolling tray from his lap and sat there instead.

Priest, who was already in the midst of rolling, simply shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind, but you don't think you've taken enough pictures of me today?” He chuckled as he reached out, grabbed the camera from her, and set it aside.

"No," Britain whined. "You're my muse."

Priest shook his head at her in amusement. "Your muse needs a break." He leaned in and kissed her lips.

"Can we go out and do something? You've been busy all week." She pouted her lips. Britain was now back at her apartment, and she didn't realize how lonely her place was until Priest had to go take care of things throughout the week, leaving her home to just wait up for him. At his place, she had different people to talk to, like Jazzy and Talia, so she never got too bored.

Priest let out a sigh as he sat his rolled joint aside. He used both hands to grip Britain's sides before they roamed downward to grip her rear. "I'm sorry," he apologized for his lack of time. "I just got a few more things to take care of, and then I'm all you.”

"All me?" she asked for clarification.

Priest eyed her with temptation as he bit down on his bottom lip. "You're trying to make me late." He leaned back to prop himself up on his elbows as he gazed up at Britain.

A smirk played on her plump lips as her hands rubbed up and down his chest before slipping underneath his shirt. "Is it working?"

Priest chuckled lightly, feeling flustered by the intense eyes she was giving him. Instead of responding to her, he took ahold of her chin, lowering her head to meet him for a kiss. "I'll take that as a yes," she mumbled against his lips before smiling.

He brought his elbows down, allowing him to lay on his back while she straddled him. "Take this off." He slipped his strong hands underneath her dress, cupping her fat ass in his hands.

She pulled her lips from his before lifting herself up to allow him to slip her out of her clothes. Once she was out of the dress, her breasts bounced out at him. Content with the sight of her bare flesh, Priest licked his lips as his hands trailed up from her rear to her chest. She reached down, slipping her panties off and leaving her completely bare before his eyes.

His dark orbs trailed from her beautiful face that she kept free of any makeup. Her skin was radiant due to the moisturizing routine she had practiced just a few hours before. The aroma of the natural shea butter she lathered her skin with filled his nose, causing him to smile faintly at her in delight. His hands slowly ran over the dips and curves of her naked body. He took his time on her small waist and thick hips before lifting her petite frame and placing her core right onto his lips.

A light gasp, followed by a moan, escaped her mouth as she felt Priest's tongue feather the lips of her pussy. Preparing herself for the ride of her life, Britain gulped slightly as she felt Priest part her wet lips with his tongue. Her pussy’s wet pink flesh was exposed to Priest's mouth as he started off by slowly lapping his tongue over her.His long tongue swirled against her pussy slowly as he took his time eating her. The sounds of his lips against her pussy were pleasing to Britain as he roughly gripped her hips to keep her in place while she sat on his face.

His tongue twisted and turned within the slippery flesh of her core. As her mouth hung slightly agape, she threw her head back in fulfillment as Priest French kissed her pussy. He applied his tongue against her clit, sucking on it slowly and stimulating her body with his skillful mouth.

"Fuck!" Britain shrieked as she was grinding her hips, intensifying the pleasure Priest was inflicting onto her body.

His tongue was loving her down sensually and passionately while his hands granted her that rough and enticing hold. His evenly cut nails sank into the smooth skin of her hips as he aided her in grinding her hips while on his face.

Priest sent a powerful smack to her ass, which sent Britain into complete overdrive as she threw her head back in the intoxicating bliss of him devouring her from the inside out.

His beard collected the natural juices as he buried his face deep within her. He was pleased with how sweet she tasted as he flicked his tongue all over. Finding a thrill in pleasuring her, he felt her body melt into his hold as he used his tongue to intricately spell his name inside her pussy.

"P, right there," her angelic voice moaned in a sweet whisper that brought warmness into his heart.

Britain could feel her stomach tie in knots as her eyes clenched shut at the unbearable pressure that built up within her. He swiftly grabbed her hand, bringing it down toward her now throbbing clit.He studied her body and knew that when all areas of her body were being stimulated, her orgasms crashed down on her harder. He made her rub her clit quickly, applying a good amount of pressure on it as he continued to suck and slurp her pussy.He forced his thumb into Britain's mouth, which she lubricated before he graced it back down to her rear where he circled her back end.

Her breath immediately clogged her throat as she felt her brown eyes roll to the back of her head. He had different parts of her body being pleasured all at once as he paid the most attention to her insides.Unable to withhold the intense pressure that weighed down on her body, Britain's legs shook mildly as she felt her toes curl. A string of moans slipped out of her mouth as she absentmindedly cried out a ton of incoherent words.Tears brimmed her eyes as her cum gushed out of her, surfacing onto his tongue.Panting out heavy breaths, Britain still felt Priest’s tongue lapping around, making sure to clean her up. Once he was done, he lifted her off his face.

A smug and arrogant smirk danced upon his lips as he eyed Britain. Her body was still feeling the aftereffects of her soul-shaking orgasm, but Priest didn’t offer her any mercy. He lifted her up, positioning her to his liking.

She let out a labored breath as Priest positioned her so her ass was in the air and her face was down. Eyeing her with his bottom lip bitten between his perfectly aligned teeth, he marveled at the sight of her pussy as she waited for him to ease himself inside of her from behind.Putting his two fingers in his mouth, he lubricated them with his saliva before feathering his fingers over the folds of her pussy. She squirmed at the light touch he was gracing her body with, prepping for and anticipating the feeling of his thick veiny dick gliding in and out of her.

"How you want me to fuck you, Gioia?" his baritone voice asked suavely as he slipped his fingers into her pussy.

A moan escaped Britain as her eyes shuttered closed for a moment in hopes of gaining some sort of strength to tell Priest what she expected from him. Priest pumped his fingers within her diligently, being sure to curve them at his knuckles as he traveled deeper into her wet pussy.Britain was unable to get a word out as he finger-fucked her. Seamlessly, he incorporated his thumb, rubbing over her now swollen and throbbing clit.

"Talk to me, Gioia," he encouraged her with slight amusement in his tone since he was aware that she could barely get anything out due to his fingers plunging inside of her.

Every time Britain mustered up the strength to finally respond to Priest, she was interjected by a moan involuntarily pouring out of her.Priest chuckled at the frustration that was nestling onto her face as she reached back to grab ahold of his wrist. He pushed her hand away as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her.

"Rough!" Britain finally mustered up the strength to heave out, earning a slashing yet encouraging smack to her ass.

A whimper aired out of her as the stinging sensation of the smack he inflicted on her ass flowed through her body.Priest freed himself from his bottoms, causing his dick to stand erect. Tauntingly, he rubbed the bulbous tip of his dick over her wet folds, causing Britain to prep for his entrance. Slowly, he inched into her, feeling his body ease from every tense muscle he had accumulated throughout his busy week.

Priest had been trying hard to delegate just about everything that was happening around him, but it had been hard. His time was constantly being occupied by something or someone. Lately, Britain had been getting the short end of the stick since he'd been focused on keeping business intact. She handled everything well, though, and Priest appreciated it immensely.She never guilt-tripped him about getting a phone call in the middle of dinner or having to cut their time short because he needed to go handle something. She understood that he was nesting to prepare for his end, and he needed everything to be perfect.Priest needed nothing more than to be calculated in a time like this, so Britain took extra care not to make him feel like he had to spread himself thin to please her.

“Priest!” She clutched the sheets as she moaned out his name. He had made his way deep within her. The comfort of her walls clenching around the girth of his shaft brought a feeling of euphoria over both of them.

With his strong hands, Priest widened the space between Britain's legs to spread her hips. The arch in Britain's back lowered, resulting in her stomach lying flat as she kept her bottom half elevated.

Priest stroked at a moderate pace, attempting to find the perfect rhythm for them both.Once he achieved that rhythm, his pace increased, resulting in his strokes being quicker and shorter.The collision of their skin crooned into their ears as the platform of Britain's bed shifted with Priest's quickened strokes.

"Fuck, Brit," Priest ruggedly heaved as she threw her ass back at him.She now combatted his strokes by rolling her hips in tune with him.

Priest’s massive hand grappled her neck, clenching it mildly just as Britain preferred. Their bodies moved in sync with each other. She let out a light cry as she felt him abruptly lift her up from the position of him delivering rough yet deep back shots.

Heat circulated throughout the room, causing their pores to excrete a thin layer of sweat onto their bare and naked bodies. He pressed her back against his sweaty chest as he continued to penetrate her insides. Her perky breasts bounced with every stroke he thrusted into her. Lowering his head, he applied gentle kisses onto the crook of her neck, including a few love bites that made her moan and scream louder.

They had gone a few days without having each other, and it was evident that they both missed the feeling of fucking each other. Priest could feel himself coming close to his climax just as Britain could. After a few more passionate and rough strokes, Britain felt herself creaming all over Priest's dick. Her body felt as if it were crashing down and growing numb as Priest bit down on her shoulder as his warm nut busted inside of her.Panting breathlessly with sweat glazing their bodies, Priest retracted out of her, catching sight of how lathered his dick was with her cum.Turning Britain around, he directed her head up before crashing his lips into hers. Their lips lapped against each other sloppily as Britain wrapped her arms around him.

"I love you, P," she said to him in a light voice as they pulled away from the heated kiss.

Smirking down at her, he proceeded to apply a kiss to her forehead. "I love you too, Gioia."

Together, they got cleaned up. Priest got dressed to head out while Britain dressed herself in one of his shirts along with a pair of biker shorts just to lounge at home.

"You feeling some dinner when you get back?" Britain asked Priest as she fastened his chain around his neck for him.

"I appreciate it, but I'm not sure how long I'll be out," he admitted. "I don't want you waiting up for me after you make dinner."

Britain let out a groan as she stepped in front of him. "Priest, give me something to do while you’re gone, please," she dramatically whined as she draped her arms around his torso.

Priest chuckled as he leaned down to peck her lips. "Kaymen said Jadey's free. How about you go hang out with her for old time’s sake?" he suggested.

Britain smacked her lips as she shook her head, declining his push for her to go spend the day with Jadey. "We're taking things slow to get us back where we once were.”

"Lunch doesn't mean you have to give her the whole spill about your life again.”

Britain let out a sigh. She was a bit hesitant to jump right back in with Jadey. Britain used to find her so trustworthy. She was the person she could tell anything. Being around her now and not being able to talk without any boundaries or restrictions would’ve just been weird.

"Let me walk you out," Britain offered, quickly changing the subject.

Priest’s dark eyes peered down at her while shaking his head. "Stubborn," he mumbled as he tapped the tip of her nose.

Britain laughed as she led the way out of her bedroom and toward the door. Priest reached over her, unlocking the door to step out. "I'll try not to get back too late.”

Reflecting his smile on her face, her hands cupped his face, feeling the hairs of his lined beard tickle her palms. "Love you, P. Stay safe." She pulled him down to kiss his lips.

"Love you too, Gioia," he replied as he wrapped his arms around her for a quick hug.

"Quick question." Britain’s brow rose as they parted from the embrace.

"What's up?"

Britain pointed toward the parking lot at the black-on-black SUV. "Why is Cyro here?" she asked him.

Priest glanced over at the SUV before averting his attention back to Britain. "Precaution." He held her chin gently. "I gotta keep you safe, even when I'm not around."

Britain shot him a set of eyes, showcasing that she was concerned, but she trusted Priest. Letting out a sigh, she nodded her head. "Alright, P." She opted out of questioning him any further.

After they said goodbye to each other, Priest made his way toward his car, shooting a curt nod at Cyro as a greeting which was reciprocated.

Priest was playing it smart by having security with just about everyone because he didn't need anyone in his life in a panic. Tension had thickened out in the streets, and word had gotten back to him that June wanted to have a sit down. Priest wasn't really ducking anything, but his time costed, so he for damn sure wasn't about to meet up with this cat just to talk and agree to lay up on the vantage he had over New York.Others would think Priest was playing with fire, but he was built different and was prepared for anything.June's word also came with constant eyes, so Priest was certain he was being watched, and so was his family. He ran a tight ship, so if shit went left, Priest knew everyone knew how to handle themselves and the situation.

Priest reversed out of his parking spot before peeling off from Britain's apartment. "Shit," Priest let out lowly once he checked the time. He was running late. His mind wandered off to Britain, drawing a chuckle from him while he shook his head. She had the capability to make him do anything. The fact that she was so oblivious to that just went to show that she truly had good intentions.

Priest managed to maneuver through the tough traffic, arriving at his destination in no time. Exiting his vehicle, he made his way inside, being sure to leave anything that wouldn't pass through security clearance behind in the car.

He was granted access through the doors of City Hall. Memories of how frequently he would visit Bill Cunnings before he cowardly took his own life flashed through his head. Aside from degrading young girls through sex trafficking to pocket a hefty profit, Bill was good with business. He taught Priest a lot over the course of their partnership. Politics wasn't something that interested Priest, but Bill made the shit look easy and fucking effortless. He taught him the ins and outs of it all. The alliances he made along the way helped him cut a lot of corners.

Bill knew how to handle business, which didn't make it too hard for Priest to get in with him. Priest was no stranger to the City Hall officials. He had been around long enough. Plus, the coverage in The Times had been seen by just about everyone.

As he made his way through security clearance, Priest looked everyone who was staring at him in shock right in the eye. He knew they were all thinking the same thing. How the fuck could he have the courage to waltz through the building after Bill specifically named him as the manipulator who made him pull the trigger? It was easy. Priest didn't regret a single thing, though. Bill had it coming. Luckily, he died on his own terms and by the barrel of his own gun and not Priest's.

Approaching the oak desk where the receptionist sat, Priest leaned against it. "Leila Jenkins," he told her with a faint smirk.

The receptionist clicked around on her computer for a few moments before trailing her forest green eyes up to Priest. A stunned look masked her face as her pale skin began to tint red.

"She's not taking any visits now," The woman cleared her throat as she looked up at Priest, trying her best not to panic.

Priest eyed the woman. It was evident this was a rehearsed lie she was spewing. "If you weren't lying, you would begin by asking if I had an appointment,” he caught her in the unconvincing lie. "Tell her Priest Justice is here."

The woman did as Priest requested of her, placing a phone call up to Leila. She spoke in a hushed tone for a moment before hanging up the phone and craning her frightened eyes up to him. "You can head up. Do you need anyone to show you the way?" she asked.

Priest chuckled. "Nah, I'm familiar. I appreciate it, though." With that, he stepped around the desk, making his way toward the elevator to head up to Leila's office. The trip in the elevator was quick. As he stepped out, Priest passed a few people as they gave him wondering eyes that he paid no mind. He reached Leila's office, waltzing right in without a knock.

Leila shot him a cold glare, finding it rude for him to barge in the way he did. Priest glanced around the office. It had changed immensely, no longer having a single detail Bill had put into it. It was now Leila's sanctuary, and she decorated it to her comfort.

"I like what you did to the place. Very feminine." He nodded his head in satisfaction.

Leila scoffed lightly. "City Hall is no longer a boy's club, but that's beside the point. Priest, what do you want?" she cut straight to the chase, disregarding the small talk.

Priest took a seat across from Leila with a small smirk embedded on his lips. He knew there was no one Leila hated more than him, but she had no choice but to give him whatever he asked for. He basically handed her the position as mayor with a bow wrapped around it. All the work was done for her. All she had to do was sustain it.

"A favor," Priest proposed as he leaned back in his seat.

Leila shook her head. "Absolutely not. I'm done doing favors for you," she refused with a scowl spread across her face.

Priest chuckled as he leaned forward. "Let me correct you. You're not done doing favors for me until I say so."

"Excuse me?" She churned her face up at him crudely.

"C'mon, Jenkins. You heard what I said. You owe me.”

"I don't owe you anything,” she spewed at him indignantly. "You asked for the strip mall, and I delivered. I owe you nothing else."

Priest sighed in deep disappointment before shaking his head at her. "Obviously, you can't handle me being nice to you and not being demanding."

Leila continued to serve him a harsh glare full of glint, but that didn't faze Priest a bit.

"Look, let me explain some shit to you. When I ask for something, it's really in your best interest to deliver, unless you have some heavy shit to fuck me over with, but we both know that's not something you have." Priest could see the fury broiling through Leila's body. It was going to take a lot more than her being the mayor to fuck Priest over, and even she knew that.

"What do you want?" she seethed through gritted teeth.

Priest chuckled while nodding his head in a satisfied manner once more. "I appreciate the cooperation," he tauntingly praised her. Priest reached into his pocket, retracting his phone. Kaymen had just shot him a text alerting him that he had arrived."Homicide that happened a few weeks ago, Jamari Haines. Open the case back up," Priest requested of Leila.

Hearing that Jamari's homicide investigation got shackled shut wasn't surprising to Priest. Everything played out just like he expected. Jamari died, and the Feds sympathized with them for a few before flipping the narrative to make it seem as though Jamari's death was warranted because he fucked with the wrong crowd. It had been this continuous cycle for God knew how long.As selfish as it sounded, Priest didn't care much about this cycle prior to it hitting close to home.

Leila leaned back in her seat. "I have no say in any of that.”

Priest smacked his lips crudely. "C'mon, Leila. Don't forget I used to be in this office way more than you before that ugly-ass family portrait of yours went up." Priest pointed at the wall to the left of them where Leila had a portrait of herself, her husband, and a golden retriever hanging.

Leila’s eyes glanced over at the family portrait before angrily shifting over to Priest. "So what?"

"I know the fucking ins and outs of all this shit. If you can have everybody in those precincts wearing mandatory “Vote for Leila Jenkins” pins, then you can reopen a fucking case," Priest scoffed.

"We have no substantial evidence," she shrugged dismissively.

At the sound of a knock on the door, Priest's face masked with a daunting smirk. "Come in!" he called out as he arrogantly leaned back in his seat.Leila felt disrespected by Priest allowing someone to enter her office. She stood up to confront him. Before she could spew any lethal words to Priest, in came Kaymen, followed by none other than Paula.

Personally, Priest couldn't even stand the sight of Paula, but right now, it was business. She was his power play in getting justice for Jamari, so he was going to use his resources wisely, no matter how much Paula made his skin crawl.

"Mayor Jenkins." Paula smiled while extending her hand for a polite greeting.

Priest’s dark orbs scanned over Paula. She looked good. She was fitted in a cool gray pant suit that complimented her radiant skin, which resembled brown sugar.

Familiar with Paula and her work, Leila loosened up and sported a light smile. "Paula, nice to see you again." The two shook hands.

"You not gonna greet my boy?" Priest’s brow rose as he gestured toward Kaymen.

Kaymen chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders, not caring much about a greeting from Leila. "I think she's intimidated." A smirk plastered his face. Leila shifted her eyes toward Kaymen, shooting him a dismissive look before averting her attention back to Paula.

"So, what brings you by, Paula?" Leila asked, completely disregarding Priest and Kaymen's presence.

"Priest and I actually teamed up to shed some light on Jamari Haines’ passing. With me being so involved in activism to stop gun violence, I feel like it's only right for me to jump on board."

Paula’s smooth voice invaded Priest's ears. He wasn't fawning over her or even gazing at her. He was just giving her a cold stare with an unmoved expression. He could see right through her and her eloquent words. She showed him her true colors once. He didn't need or want a repeat.

At the mention of Paula working alongside Priest to make what he wanted happened, Leila retracted her hand from Paula. Clearing her throat lightly, she nodded her head. "Of course. How about you take a seat, and we can discuss your plans further?"

Priest let out a chuckle before rising from his seat. "I'll take that as my cue," he said, preparing to leave. Priest had done his due diligence by getting Paula on board, despite how at odds they were. He didn't trust her, nor did he feel capable of working alongside her alone, so Kaymen filled in for him. He was going to take the back seat on this one.

"‘Preciate doing business with you, Leila." He winked at her with a smug laugh.

He and Kaymen slapped hands, saying goodbye to each other. He bypassed Paula without uttering a word to her. He exited the office feeling accomplished. Surprisingly, Leila didn't give him as hard of a time as he had expected. Pressing the button for the elevator, he heard his name being called in the direction he had just come from.

Turning on his heels, he was agitated to see Paula flagging him down. "You got until this elevator opens up to speak, so make it quick," he warned her in a cold tone, making it evident that he didn't want to have a conversation.

Paula glanced at the flashing numbers of the elevator before she shifted her attention back to Priest. "I'm sorry."

He scoffed. "We done here?" He glanced around her with an uninterested look etched on his face.

"No," she demandingly stated. "Talk to me. We should be adults and be able to have a civil conversation."

Priest screwed up his face. He felt like she was belittling him and his maturity. Standing before her this long required a whole lot of fucking maturity, so she should’ve been grateful.

"You don't deserve shit from me, Paula. Everything you thought you deserved, you took," he spat at her harshly just as the elevator dinged and the door parted for him to enter.

He pressed the button to head down, releasing an exasperated breath as Paula rushed into the elevator right behind him.

"Yo, do you not fucking get it? I don't want shit to do with you!" he jeered down at her as his jaws clenched in irritation and fury.

"Yes, you do!" she persisted. "You loved me!" She tried her hand at inching closer to him, only for Priest to push her away.

"Past tense, Paula. That ship has long fucking sailed. You're a treacherous-ass bitch who don't deserve shit from a nigga but mercy. Be appreciative that I'm even offering you that." Priest peered down at her with his dark eyes as his malicious and vile words punctured her heart with no remorse.

Reaching his desired floor, he scoffed before exiting the elevator, leaving Paula there to gather herself from his slashing words.As he exited City Hall, Priest could feel the anger pumping in his body. Paula was really taking him as some sort of gullible guy who would fall for her pretty face and soft voice. She was bad news, and he was starting to regret bringing her on board.