15| We're Comfortable

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I heard everything must come to an end Well hopefully the end ain't near Or for that matter even clear The only thing that matters is right here Like the sky, the sun, the waterfalls I decide when I'm gon' fall | Twenty88

Priest's gait out of the courthouse was being monitored and recorded by the swarm of media that was awaiting the end of the court session. Priest along with his attorney and his family was allowed to exit the premises first before anyone else could. Unlike any other time he was leaving court, Priest didn't have that beaming and charismatic smile on his face. His jaw was clenched as the shades he now wore barricaded his eyes.

Ushering him into the SUV, Cyro listened to Priest's orders. "Stay behind and clock that grey Charger. Make sure she don't get to her spot in Harlem before I do. Don't fuck this up," Priest gritted out.

Cyro nodded his head. He was familiar with the grey Charger Priest was speaking of since he always managed to keep close eye on Britain when Priest was no where in sight. Priest had everyone getting watched from a comfortable distance. It gave him the reassurance that his family was safe and no one was turning his back on him, doing shit they weren't supposed to.

Shutting the door to the SUV, Cyro, tapped the rear of the vehicle signaling that the driver was free to go. Leaning back in his seat as the SUV pulled off, Priest places his hand on his right knee hoping it would put an end to the rapid bouncing. Furious was an understatement. The entire trial, Priest sat facing the Judge. He felt a strong energy rush was over him after a while of listening to Hernandez plead his side of the case. Glancing over his shoulder, he was surprised to see that it was Britain that caused the shift in energy. She was present, which interfered with his train of thought.

Seeing her on the opposite side of him had him wanting to flip the table and go fucking ballistic. Priest could have fucking sworn that he told Britain that he didn't want here in the vicinity of the courthouse during his trial. The fact that she pulled some shit show like this had him regretting a few fucking things.

Priest was trying desperately to calm himself down. He didn't want to go on a rampage and jump off the deep end but he felt betrayed and backstabbed. The one thing Priest hated the most was the feeling of being played. Britain had him feeling exactly like that at the moment.

In Priest's mind, he had confided in her, shared his best quality and traits, and opened up to her just so she could do some sick shit like this. Priest wasn't sure what his actions were gonna be when he caught Britain face to face, but he knew that if things came to an end because of this, he wouldn't regret his decision at all.

His phone vibrated in the pocket of his suit jacket in which he retrieved. Glancing down at the screen, he answered once he realized that it was J'Ru. "Son what the fuck was that?" J'Ru asked as he sent Sylvia's SUV off with her inside before he got into the appointed SUV of his own.

"I don't know, I'll hit you when I get shit figured out," Priest informed not giving J'Ru the chance to say anything else before he ended the phone call. Priest really didn't need to hear any I told you so's or receive any suggestions about how he should go about the situation. J'Ru was a cautious guy, so of course he had his reservations about Priest sudden liking in Britain. He didn't think Britain was a bad person, but the trust needed to be earned and he hoped that Priest didn't make the mistake of telling her more than she needed to know.

Priest mind went completely blank as he sat through the ride to Britain's apartment. He knew Cyro was doing what he could to stall Britain from getting to her place before he could. Britain had a mean streak when it came to traffic and reckless driving so he knew she was behind her wheel cursing up a storm at the unmarked black on black SUV.

Arriving to the destination which was Britain's apartment, Priest handed the chauffeur a hefty tip before getting out of the vehicle. The cold winds drifted over him as he adjusted his suit to his liking. Surveying the parking lot, he noticed that Britain's vehicle wasn't parked where it usually would be, which meant that Cyro was doing what was intended for him to do.

Priest made his way to Britain's door, jiggling the door knob to ensure that it was locked first. Seeing that Britain was no imbecile and locked up after herself, he reached up towards the high lining to the threshold of the door. A few inches to the right at the top of the door was a single key crannied in a small space. Priest retrieved it, using it to unlocks the door. Once he got through the locks, he set the spare key exactly where he found it before entering the apartment and locking it up behind. Taking a long look around, it sufficed Priest to see that her apartment was empty.

It had to be something in there that could make sense of all this for him, before she got here. Priest strides towards her bedroom, trying his best to find something. He searched through her dresser, underneath her bed, her bathroom, closet—nothing. Britain had to have a motive. Everyone who fucked him over always had a motive. Was it money? The satisfaction of seeing him fall for her? Was the New York Times behind this entire ordeal the whole time so they could get the inside scoop on everything? Shit just wasn't adding up, and it was driving Priest fucking crazy. He needed to know his game plan before Britain got here so he wouldn't act too irrationally.

An idea sparked in Priest's head. Retracing his steps back into Britain's bedroom, he attained the small backpack that he remembered her carrying around with her when they use to meet up at the diner. He never bothered to ask what was inside the bag since he was sure that it contained nothing that could cause harm to him or put his life in danger. Sitting in the edge of her bed, Priest slowly unzipped the bag. Inside the contents consisted of her journal, pen, and a little black box. Setting the bag down, Priest gripped the box within his strong hands. Opening it up, he furrowed his brows at the fact that the box only consisted of nine different SD cards that could be utilized for her camera storage.

Priest shut the box before zipping the bag back up and setting it where he found it. Standing up, he concealed the box within his pocket. If there was something he needed to know, he was sure that Britain would have a hint hidden on of those SD cards. She just had to.

Priest made sure to leave her bedroom exactly how she left it, before exiting. He took a seat on her couch awaiting her arrival. Retrieving his phone out of the breast pocket of his suit, Priest shot a text over to Cyro.

Lay off.

That was enough for Cyro to put some distance between his SUV and Britain's Charger allowing her to drive freely to her apartment. Once she noticed that the vehicle was no longer tailgating her, she stuck a middle finger out of the window.

Priest sat there in complete silence. He was trying his best to order his thoughts but Britain had his mind boggled.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Priest could hear the tumblers to the locks interchange. He sat up with his elbows rested on his knees, awaiting for Britain to enter.

Britain who's plan was to avoid Priest for a few hours felt her soul get lifted from her body at the sight of him occupying a space on her couch. She had no idea how he managed to make it to her place so quickly. She instantly regretted his knowledge of knowing where her spare key was concealed. Gulping down some saliva in hopes of clearing her dry and cached throat, Britain eyed him. "Priest, what are you doing here?" She tried her best to remain calm and act normal. Bending down to get her feet out of the aching heels, she realized that Priest gave her no response.

Priest was hard to read most of the time, however right now had to be the hardest. He looked so empty and emotionless that Britain couldn't make out whether she should just give him some space or coddle him.

Coming to terms that the space between the two was making things far more awkward on top of the silence, Britain shuffled her way over to him.

Craning his head up at her so his orbs could meet hers, the menacing look he gave her made her stop right in her tracks. She was frightened at how much darker his eyes seemed to be. They were filled in with blackness that looked like it could eat her alive. Whatever demon was raging within him, Britain knew that her attendance at his trial was adding more fuel to the fire.

"Did I do something?" Britain uttered out in nervousness. She was hesitant to speak to him but she knew that silence would lead her no where. Priest stood to his feet. Britain no longer standing over him. His six foot-five frame towering over Britain in intimidation.

"Why you make me trust you if you were just gonna do this?" Priest asked. Anger had diminished from his tone as disappointment began to settle in. He really felt like his last hope, last resort, last—everything had went to waste on Britain. Wasted time, wasted sex, wasted laughter, wasted energy. Everything was a fucking waste when it came to her at the moment.

"Priest, what are you talking about?" Britain furrowed her brows, not aware that her deflecting the truth would only upset him more.

"C'mon Britain don't try to pull this fucking game on me!" He jeered out through clenched jaws. "Now answer my fucking question!" From the month of enjoying her best moments with Priest she had never heard him raise his voice, and she never expected him to raise it at her. Britain honestly expected Priest to cry out of sadness from what he's been through before lashing his anger out on her. The firmness and roughness in his voice wasn't the one she preferred when he was deep inside of her exploring the depths of her mind and body. This type of tone is what brought tears to the eyes. She felt them brimming at her slanted feline like lids.

Usually Priest would find her so gorgeous as she bored her orbs into his. She had an innocence within them that made him just want to kiss every inch of her body and nurture her from all of her scars of her past. Even though he was far too afraid to admit it openly, Priest had fallen in love with Britain. He loved every part of her, the good and bad, the beauty and the ugly. She had the class that brought him to his knees. It pained him that not only was she lying to him at the moment, but she looked to be against him.

"Priest—" Britain reaches up and cupped her gentle hands around his face. She forced him to crane his head down so he could look at her. His dark orbs were filled with the same look that graced them last night, hopelessness. Britain felt horrible that she was now the one evoking that feeling out of him. This was never her intentions.

"Britain, be honest with me. That's all I need is the truth," Priest croaked out in defeat. There was no use in being angry. Even if he tried to be, he couldn't. Britain had a long lasting affect on him. One thing he knew he could always count on Britain for was the truth. He was hoping that he could still get that from her.

"Can we sit, so I can know you won't leave. I don't want you leaving, especially pissed at me," Britain's light and airy voice trailed into his ears causing his heart the full with warmness.

Priest pierced his orbs deeply within Britain's. He could see that she was being genuine, so he agreed to sitting down and listening. He brushed Britain's hands from his face. He didn't want contact with her. The more her soft hands graced against him, the harder it would be for him to leave her if need to be.

"Britain start explaining before I leave you in my past," Priest warned, his harsh words striking against Britain's heart consecutively after the other.

Britain sighed before setting her sweaty hands onto her lap. "First I want to clarify that I never lied to you, and I never will. I'm no liar," Britain didn't want Priest thinking she was showing him one thing and doing the other. She was genuine, especially when it came to him.

"When we first met I led with the fact that I have connections to The New York Times and you assured me that was no issue. Since we've been enjoying each other, I've never attempted to lure information out of you about anything. Everything you've ever told me was at your free will and I made sure to keep it between us. Priest you opened up to me, I would never take that for granted. Do you really think I'm that type of woman?" Britain furrowed her brows since she wanted some understanding of where his head was at within the situation. Britain could understand her going against his request of not showing up would upset him, however what she would never understand is him doubting her loyalty to him. Even in the toughest situations, Britain would never side with anyone besides Priest.

Priest shrugged his shoulders as he held his head in his hands. "I don't know Britain. You tell me,"

Britain was definitely offended but she realized that he had the right to be a bit disrespectful, he was confused and wanted his guard up just in case things played out how he was assuming. "I'm gonna let that one go because we both know I've proven my loyalty to you," She let out a sharp sigh.

"Get to the fucking point Britain!" Priest snapped no longer feeling the need to listen to her plead her case. "Am I gonna be looking out for myself or for me and you?! Right now you not telling me shit that can clarify that for me!"

Britain stood up from her seat, standing before him. "Listen, one thing I do know is that you're not disrespectful so I won't tolerate it," Britain spat out. "Speak to me how I'm speaking to you,"

Priest scoffed. He knew he may have taken it a bit too far with raising his voice, but she had to understand where he was coming from. Priest hiked his head up at her. "Britain miss me with that, you expecting me to act all civil and shit after finding out my shorty playing both sides. You got me confused for some lame," He shook his head shaming her.

Britain rolled her eyes. "Who told you I was playing both sides? J'Ru?" She placed her hand on her hip. Priest smacked his lips. "J'Ru ain't have to tell me shit. You don't think I felt your fucking presence Britain?"

"What do you want to hear Priest? I took a fucking job to write the front page about you! Is that it?" Britain finally let out, defeat and sorrow embedding her eyes as she looked at him.

"Britain fuck all that shit," He waved off. "I just need to know if you're with me or against me,"

"I'm with you. You know that, I know that. Don't ever question me again." Britain who was growing frustrated at Priest questioning her loyalty to him slightly pushed his chest.

Priest ran a hand down his face. "I'm supposed to believe that so easily? Shit don't even feel the same anymore," He shook his head. "We built this shit off of transparency and trust. How are we supposed to continue if your writing front pages about me slandering my name?" The last thing Priest wanted to do was pull the cord on what he and Britain had. Flatlining this relationship, meant flatlining his source of constant happiness. Britain brought him more joy than he's felt in a while and he wanted to be selfish and continue feeling that feeling.

"One thing I will never do is slander your name. I know who you are genuinely. I know what motivates you, discourages you, what makes you happy, your triggers—everything. Why would I tarnish you if I know how much you've gone through? You have me confused as some simple minded female," Britain scoffed.

Priest eyed her. Britain was honest about it all, however he still felt the need to protect himself. "Let me see what you wrote," He ordered.

Britain eyed him. She knew that he was only doing things in his best interest which she understood, but it would be nice for him to have a bit of faith in her. She nods before waltzing over to her computer. Opening it up, she glanced over at him with a stank look. "Oh I'm supposed to bring it to you too?" She asked slyly.

"For you to be the one that fucked up, you got some fucking nerve," He spewed at her before getting up and wading over to her and the laptop at the kitchen counter.

Britain stepped aside and let him read what she had written and already sent to Frankie. She had yet to get any feedback from Frankie so she wasn't sure if she nailed it quite yet. Britain gawked at Priest's tall frame while he leaned against the counter so he could assess what she had written about him. His dark orbs glided from left to right of the screen pretty quickly. Priest felt relieved to see that not only was Britain not slandering him, but she also didn't incorporate any of the sacred things he's told her during the course of their time spent together. What was said between them both remained between them both and not in the media.

"Read it out loud, and say it with your chest," Britain demanded with a scowl in her face and her arms folded across her chest.

Priest shifted his attention from the screen and over at Britain in which he cut his eyes at her before doing what she requested of him, resuming where he left off. "Justice takes the stand with a lethal tongue and calculated responses. It is evident that his intelligence has been minimized and underestimated due to the gang related charges that are being pinned against him. Facials twisted in confusion and disbelief as Justice tackles New York State Prosecutor, Daniel Hernandez with statistical research and witty answers to Hernandez's grave questions that powered his entire argument during the trial. Throughout the heated discussion that involved the surfacing of new evidence and the tossing of inadequate evidence, Justice and his defense lawyer, were able to move the court with the amount of positivity and hope Justice has instilled into the surrounding neighborhoods. "My intentions are pure and will always remain pure. Every business I open, family I feed, child I clothe, street I clean up, I do it out of the kindness of my heart and will of not allowing the next generation to be faced with the same adversities I had to face alone while I was their age. I turned into the person I wish I had when I was in need of help while growing up," Justice tells the court with so much passion and conviction seeping through his tone. Perspective plays a huge role in any decision that is to be made regarding to Priest Justice's long lasting feud with the state of New York, in which he's invested so much generosity and greatness in. Where do you stand?"

With her arms folded across her chest, Britain looked up at Priest awaiting for him to say something. Throughout the entire piece, she not once referred to him as anything negative, or tried to demonize him like the prior writer used to. She shed light on the good he's done within the community along with his beliefs. Priest felt foolish for the way that he addressed the situation

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