Page 115 of Priest and his Anarchist

hours earlier

“So we’re not hunting the same girl? It’s someone different?” Moses peers up at me from his phone. “Why?”

They’d lost a lot this past month. Danny Dale was old as fuck. He wasn’t supposed to die like this though, and the sooner I throw the scent off us, the better. We could kill the entire Gentlemen organization with the snap of our fingers but playing with them is more fun.

“Don’t question me, Moses. I am not the Mad Prince that you think I am.”

“…yet.” Halen mutters beneath her breath. What the fuck is her problem tonight. Since Moses turned his ass back around, reconsidering his threat of tearing up the treaty, she’s been sitting on a horse so high it had smoked more weed than Snoop.

My steps are careful when I move forward. “Make no mistake. You will hunt this one, and youwillget her, because if you don’t…Vaden here is going to visit your sister.” A smiletouches the corner of my mouth as I lean into his ear. “The one that you keep hidden away.”

Moses stiffens. “Fine. But if we catch this one, can we keep her? Or is she not to beharmedlike the last one?” His words throw me off, reminding me of Luna. Luna who had been the bait for the Hunt in my poor, final attempt. Only I don’t know what I was trying to do anymore. Lost. I’ve found myself lost.

He nudges his head to the side, gesturing for his boys in suits to move. Holding my eyes, he ensures his words are clear. “If you’re part of my father’s death, Priest, we will come with all we’ve got.”

I pluck nicotine off my tongue. “Good. Makes taking you out that much easier.”

The door opens, midnight swallowing them whole.

Fuck, I love winter solstice.

As soon as it closes, the silence feels heavy.

“You’re missing out on all the fun now, brother…” Deacon adds, smudging the skull paint over his cheek and to his mouth. Vaden’s knee hasn’t stopped bouncing, his eyes staying on me as if a hungry puppy waiting for approval from his owner. Only Vaden has none and if he wanted to do something, he’d do it.

And I’d never stop him.

“Fine.” I settle on Vaden. “But don’t kill any of them. Your time will come.”

He flashes me a wide grin. “Since you asked so nicely.”

They disappear like two hungry wolves through the same way Moses did.

Halen makes her way to the glass window that overlooks the ocean. “There’s something that you need to know.”

I pause, my glass of whiskey barely to my mouth. “Spit it out.” I’ve been waiting for this moment, since her anxiety was so damn fucking thick.

Halen turns, handing me her phone. I take it from her, tapping on the video sent from Bas. My jaw tenses at the same time as my fist, turning the mechanics in her phone to dust.

She closes in, and she’s fucking bold. The rage in my blood is unnatural. Inhuman. Untamed.

“Isn’t this what you always wanted, brother?” I lift my eyes to hers, my breathing rattling the cage in my chest. “You finally did it.”

I shove her phone back into her. “Text Pop. Tell him to bring Bas and tell them to meet us at the race.”

“Priest…” River stops her chat with Stella. Her eyes settling on me. “What are you doing?”

“Something that I should have done a long time ago.” I shoot back the whiskey, hissing when it burns my stomach. “I’d clearly lost my way.”

“Priest!” Nate snaps at me, pulling me from the girl in my arms. So fragile. So unprotected.I can’t fucking do this.What is wrong with me.

Laying her flat in the backseat, I shove him outside of the car, slamming the door after his mother crawls her way out. Over the years, I’ve looked up to my uncle, and I still do, but right now, he’s pissing me off.

“You’re not taking her.” It’s final. It’s don’t know why I thought I could do it. It wasn’t until I saw them pull up that I realized I’d fucked up.

“Priest.” The Wicked Witch murmurs from behind Nate. She wasn’t really a witch. She was fucking great at what she did. “She needs care. Real care. You know who she is and how she’s suffered, yet you loved her anyway.”

My eyes narrow on her. “Don’t fucking tell me how I feel.”

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