21| In The Safe

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It's funny when they switch and pick a side Ain't nobody gotta go through what I'm going through, no. But it seems like they all know what I'm supposed to do so. Let switch bodies for a day. You could me be and I could be you. Juggle the pile of shit that's bound to come through. You can have it since it's automatic. | 6LACK

Easing the car to a stop, Priest turned it off, getting out rather swiftly. Britain wasn't sure what exactly he wanted her to do so in the mean time, she just waited for him to instruct her of what to do so she could oblige.

Priest made his way out of the vehicle, going around it to assist Britain out. Stepping out of the car, Britain looked around the parking garage of the penthouse. She noticed men apart of Priest's security detail was posted at either side of the entrance of the parking garage. Whatever happened, Priest was making sure to run a tight ship since he was sure that whoever fired shots into the building knew that Mirsad had some type of relation with him.

A slight wind crept through the parking garage causing Britain to shiver lightly. "I'm gonna get you home alright," Priest assures as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder in hopes of keeping her warm.

Britain okayed him as they began progressing towards the elevator. Luckily for her, Priest wasn't taking her up to the penthouse, instead he halted to have a conversation with Cyro. "I need you to take her home for me please," He requested of Cyro.

Britain was pretty familiar with Cyro. He was always around whenever Priest was in situation where he knew masses of people would be involved. Security was around only for his protection if someone was crazed and really wanted him off the Earth at any given moment.

Cyro led the way to the black on black SUV he chartered for Priest's transportation and safety. He slid into the front seat which was divided from the back seats due to the partition. Priest pulled the door open for Britain before aiding her with getting in.

"You sure everything's alright?" Britain asked with concern lacing her voice.

Priest nodded. "I'm cool," He assured. "You've got my word," He places his hand over his heart, sealing the promise to her.

She took his word as bond. "I love you playa," He says to her with a smile masking his face.

Britain couldn't help but to let a smile overtake her face as she looked up at him. "I love you too playa," She professed as she pecked his lips with a multitude of kisses.

Priest kissed her passionately for a brief moment as a goodbye before pulling away and pecking her lips one final time. "I'll see you later alright," He asserted with confidence.

Britain nodded her head. "See you later," She said to him as he closed the door, concealing her in the vehicle.

Priest applied a tap onto the roof of the car signaling Cyro that he was free to go. As the SUV pulled off, Priest made sure that they exited the parking garage safely before turning on his heels so he could trek his way back towards the elevator.

Making his way up and bypassing the heavy measures of security, Priest stood behind as the heavy steel doors glided open. His Versace sneakers made contact with the dark oak floors as he strides towards Nia who was still in distress. "You alright?" Priest took a seat next to Nia on the couch before wrapping his arm around her shoulder so he could console her.

Nia had been out in the streets far before turning her life around, however the severity of this incident where bullets made passage way through the walls she was within was frightening, even for an ex drug attic like herself. Nia nodded her head. "Y-yeah, I'm—I'm fine," She says, still in a daze.

Mirsad sat opposite to his mother with his head in his hands. He felt guilty, it was evident, however his guilt wouldn't change what had just occurred. "What happened?" Priest asked as he eyed Nia.

Before him he could hear Mirsad begin to speak. "I don't—" Priest jolted his head up to pierce his dark eyes into Mirsad who immediately recanted his response.

"I ain't speaking to you yet," He gritted out to Mirsad. "Nia," Priest breathes out. "What happened?"

Nia lifted her head from Priest's shoulder, her eyes glancing over at Mirsad who had a look of sorrow glimmering within his eyes. She cleared her throat, trying her best to get herself together. Planting her sweaty palms against her thighs which were clothed in a pair of denim jeans, she let out a heavy breath. "I was locking up the drawer where I keep all of the money orders for the rent and—um as soon as I was getting up, shots just starting ringing out. They were back to back, just coming one after the other," She explained with a cracked voice. "All I was worried about was the daycare in the back, Vivian, the lady in 23 F, she was working a late shift and I agreed to keep her son and daughter until she came home. They were in the back when all of bullets came through," Nia swallows down. Although she was frightened to death for her own life, all she kept thinking about was making sure the kids were fine. Luckily, those bullets didn't travel far enough to harm either of them.

"Where's the kids now?" Priest asked.

Jazzy piped into conversation in response to her brother. "I was with Cyro when I got the call from Mirsad, we took them to their mother. They were pretty shaken up so I got them a hotel for a night just so they could feel safe," Jazzy told her brother. Priest admired his sister's act of kindness, he was glad that she had retained that trait from him.

"Good looking out," He commended his sister with a light smile as he ascended up from the couch. "Nia, you're alright here. Jazzy will take care of you,"

"Actually," Jazzy piped in with an uneasy look on her face. "I gotta get to work. Grind don't stop cause our cousin is playing a dangerous game," She seared her cold set of orbs onto Mirsad who still had a guilty look etched stupidly across his face.

Priest nodded in agreement. "I get it," He assured. I'll have extra security with you just in case," Priest was playing no games with this situation. Although everyone was assuming that those bullets were the consequences of Mirsad's actions, Priest was thinking two steps ahead, just in case they weren't exactly addressed to Mirsad as a warning. Priest had many that didn't really appreciate his presence or the work he did for the community because they felt like Priest was living his life as a facade. They thought he was in for the publicity since everyone knew exactly what he did to make his money—especially the media, but they still promoted him to be the unsaid face of New York. It just didn't make sense to anyone.

With the recognition came with a lot of enemies so Priest wouldn't have been surprised if those warning shots were addressed to him instead. Using his cell, Priest called up Kaymen while Jazzy made her way out of the penthouse with her security in close proximity awaiting for her to make it down from the elevator.

"Yo," Kaymen answered the call. "What you need me to do?" Kaymen was almost always on task. He never missed a beat with his duties and never once complained.

"Something slight. I just need an eye on Nia, she's not in the best shape," In regards of what she had just endured, Priest could understand why she looked so afraid and adamant on any one leaving her at the moment.

"Her bad ass son there?" Kaymen asked as he steered his vehicle in the direction of Priest's penthouse.

Priest glanced straight ahead at Mirsad while nodding his head. "Yeah, but don't trip, he's coming with me," He assures Kaymen.

Kaymen chuckled. "Don't kill him," He jokes light heartedly.

Priest ascended up from his seat, motioning his finger at Mirsad, signaling him to stand up and follow him. "That option is his to make," Priest shrugged. "Preciate you for coming through," He thanked Kaymen.

"No doubt. I'll be there in a minute," The call ended after they said their goodbyes with each other.

Priest placed his phone back into his pocket before turning in his heels to face Nia. "I got security surrounding this whole building and I'll have someone up here with you until Kaymen comes through. The place is yours," He assured her with a doting voice. He hated that he had to move so quickly instead of sticking around to console her fears away, but Nia understood.

She nodded her head assuring him that he and Mirsad were okay to leave. As promised, Priest called one of the men from his security detail up to the penthouse to ensure Nia's safety, for her sake. Stepping into the elevator, Mirsad followed behind Priest. His cousin had yet to say anything that was too frightening to him yet, so he knew that Priest was beyond pissed. Usually he would just cut to the chase, but right now, he was moving real strategical.

As the thick steel doors collided together, Priest turned to Mirsad who kept his eyes straight ahead. Instantly, Priest's massive hands clenched Mirsad's neck as he lifted him a few inches from the ground. "How fucking stupid you gotta be to put ya moms in danger?" He gritted out to Mirsad who was far too concerned about the air restriction he was having due to Priest pressing him.

Mirsad's eyelids were peeled back, as they were widened in shock. He gripped Priest's wrist tightly as his feet dangled from the ground. Priest eyed him for a few more seconds which felt like an eternity for Mirsad due to the lack of air he was receiving. Figuring that he had teeter-tottered Mirsad on the edge of death enough, he unclenched his neck from his hand, resulting in Mirsad crashing to the ground of the elevator, gasping for air.

Priest peered his dark and cold eyes down at Mirsad who was rubbing his neck as he coughed excessively due to finally getting the air he needed.

Priest parted his eyes away from Mirsad lacking any remorse for the troublesome teenager. As the doors of the elevator glided open, Priest stepped out of them. Mirsad eventually recovered himself and got up from the ground. He dragged himself behind Priest who had hauled himself into the backseat of one of his black on black SUVs. It was his usual driver who greeted him politely.

Mirsad slid into the seat next to Priest, shuttling the door behind him. "Where to Mr. Justice?" Ike, the driver asked as he neared the exit of the parking garage.

Priest peered his eyes out of the darkly tinted windows. The grade of tint he had plastered amongst all six of the windows were definitely a red flag for many deputies who wanted to pull them over, but Priest worked out the kinks and go cleared to equip all his vehicles as such. "The Groves Ike, thank you," Priest requested, which Ike simply nodded before rising the partition back up so there could be a clear divide between the back and the front.

The drive to the Groves was a typically lengthy one whenever Priest wasn't driving and cutting lane to lane. Mirsad sat in silence. He knew he had fucked up and just didn't have the means or the willpower to handle the shit on his own, but Priest did. "What happened Mirsad?" Priest asked, trying his best to keep composure with his hands fused together.

Mirsad kept his orbs sauntered down to his feet. "I don't know man," He murmured out.

"So these niggas came gunning for ya moms and you don't know why? You shittin' me," Priest shook his head in far more disappointment than he thought he could ever have. "Answer me this, what if one of those bullets went through those walls and hit Nia right in between the eyes? You'll know then huh?" Priest shifted a brow up at Mirsad who him was denying him eye contact out of embarrassment.

Mirsad said nothing. He never really thought niggas would be coming for his moms. That was street code, kids, woman, and mothers went untouched. If those bullets would have even graced Nia, Mirsad knew that Priest would end him in a heart beat. As insane and sinister as it sounded, Mirsad knew that his life was constantly in the air when it came to being around Priest. "Can you not fucking talk like that!" Mirsad aired out with a huff of frustration.

"That's fucking reality! You play with fire and get your ass burned! If you don't have the means to fucking protect your people then don't do shit where their life is on the line just as much as yours!" Priest seethed out to Mirsad, his baritone voice circulating throughout the vehicle. "Nia and those kids could have fucking died today! That's three funerals that you would have been accounted for! Instead of worrying about how real I'm keeping it with you, you should be worried about keeping your moms alive! You think them niggas gone stop?! This is only the beginning! I can't protect everybody!"

"I'm not asking you to protect me Priest! I never asked for none of this shit! My moms never asked for no fucking hand out from you either!" Mirsad shrilled out to Priest in fury. His nose flared as his chest heaved up and down.

Priest eyed Mirsad, amusement easing out of him. He shook his head with a chuckle. "You got shit all figured out huh?" Priest asked with a smirk. Mirsad says nothing. He kept his eyes down at his feet, not knowing how to respond to Priest. A part of him wanted to defy Priest words and just say that he did have shit figured out and he could get these niggas on his own, while the other part of him was thinking logically and strategically. Mirsad knew that these niggas would blow him out the water if he didn't have Priest on his side, he couldn't risk that.

Priest took Mirsad's silence into account. He nodded as he eyed the scenery that was passing them by through the window. "Exactly," He simply lets out. He knew the answer to his question just as much as Mirsad did. The kid got under his skin terribly however he would never allow him to take a knife into a gun fight. This was something that Priest was just going to have to step up and handle no matter how badly he wanted to teach Mirsad a permanent lesson.

Arriving to the Groves, Priest stepped out of the vehicle just as Mirsad did. The clouds were beginning to congregate the sky as one big grey cloud that carried the strength to storm. Teasing the storm that was to come, it began with light sprinkling. Priest led the way towards the buildings it was swarmed with responders and officers who came to assess the scene along with residents of the neighborhood who wanted an inside look of what had transpired.

"Sir, you can't go beyond this line," One deputy attempts to keep Priest behind the yellow tape that blocked the building from anyone attempting to come in or out.

"I own this spot," He lets out before crouching underneath the yellow tape with Mirsad following close behind him. His Versace sneakers stepped on the shattered glass that surrounded the areas due to bullets nestling themselves through the windows. Seeing the state of the building wasn't much a bother to Priest, he knew he could have everything repaired in no time. What bothered him was the safety of the residents. He didn't want any of his tenants going to bed with fear and worry circling their minds.

Entering the building where more investigators were observing the scene at a close range, Priest glanced around. The entire interior of the leasing office was decorated with bullet holes. There wasn't a wall that went untouched. All he could be grateful for was that no one was hurt, especially Nia and the kids she was looking after.

J'Ru who was expecting Priest's arrival met him and Mirsad at the entrance of the office. "Who the fuck you piss off?" J'Ru eyed Mirsad up and down.

Mirsad ran his hand down his face. "Nobody," He shook his head.

"Look the fuck around," J'Ru gestured his hands around motioning to the bullet holes that had sprayed throughout the room. "Any nigga capable of this ain't nobody,"

Priest agreed with J'Ru. "You got what we need though?" He asked J'Ru discreetly.

J'Ru glanced around to ensure that no one was watching their actions. He unclenched his fist revealing the small thumb drive that he had just wiped from the main computer that stored all of the surveillance footage. Priest nodded resulting in J'Ru to hand the thumb drive over to him so he could conceal it into his own pocket. "Mirsad you going with him," He informed Mirsad that he would be with J'Ru. "I gotta take care of everything here,"

J'Ru smacked his lips. "I don't baby sit," He claimed with a snarl of his lips.

"I'm not your fucking kid," Mirsad muttered out rudely.

J'Ru snapped his head in the direction of Mirsad giving him a crazed look. "You right. If you was mine I would have been stomped the fuck outta you," J'Ru clarified. "Listen, ain't no ties between me and you this way. I look out for him," J'Ru pointed to Priest making it crystal clear that his favor was extended to Priest rather than Mirsad. "Stop playing with me you fucking peon," J'Ru spat out to Mirsad before averting his attention to Priest.

"I'm out," He extended his hand out dapping Priest up, initiating a goodbyes.

An amused smirk pranced Priest's face at the fact that he had gathered Mirsad well enough to shut him the hell up. "Good looking out. I'll handle him here. Maybe this shit would jog his memory a bit," Priest changed his mind about Mirsad traveling with J'Ru.

He and J'Ru slapped hands again. "No doubt. My work here is done?"

Priest shrugged lightly. "Until further notice," He said to him in which J'Ru agreed.

J'Ru bypassed the slew of deputies who were working actively on gathering evidence. Priest took another look around. Free from the conversation he was having with J'Ru, one of the leading investigators found it right to approach Priest. She gained her way over to him in her sleek black pant suit and her hair pulled back in a slick ponytail that swayed with each of her movements. The thin gold necklace she wore around her neck that stringed what Priest was assuming her wedding ring, contrasted against her dewy almond skin.

She had a set of beautiful brown eyes and graceful lashes to match. All in her face, Priest could tell that she was going to be trouble. "Priest Justice?" She smiled lightly, not in a polite way though, more in an observing way.

Priest nodded his head. "You are?" He tracked his eyes up and down on her. "Detective Westbrook," She extended her hand out to him in which he shook. "You don't mind walking me through this do you? We have nothing to work here with besides bullet casings and holes in the wall," She motioned her hands around alluding to the chaos in the room.

Priest licked over his lips instinctively. "I was out of town when this happened," He informed her.

Detective Westbrook furrowed her perfectly arched brows. "Out of town? Last I heard, you aren't supposed to be out of the jurisdiction of New York," She says to him.

Priest let out a challenging chuckle. He found it funny how he was just the talk of every precinct and bureau. "Not that it's any of your concern—" Priest shifted his dark orbs from her brown ones and focused them on

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