Page 3 of Priest

“Them the ones that be dissin’ your ass in broad daylight and begging for a nigga’s dick when the sun sets,” Jagged declared.

“Still. They’re more trouble than they’re worth,” I grumbled.

“How would you know? You don’t fuck with bitches like that,” Chainz stated.

I laughed. “There you go, underestimating your prez again.”

“Shit. We should be calling his ass Keeper instead of me,” our cleanup man teased. His name was Crypt Keeper because he was in charge of the storage space the Crypt, where we cleaned up our human crimes. I didn’t know anybody that got a thrill out of that shit like Crypt did.

I tuned them out and watched the woman as she backed out of the space. They had just left the tattoo shop that we were about to enter. She slowed her car to a crawl as they passed by us, just as Cheekz walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist from behind.

Some of the other women walked up too. They had ridden here in one of the SUVs because they were about to get a tattoo, too, Cheekz included.

“Who’s that bitch?” she mumbled from behind me.

I shrugged but didn’t respond as the woman lifted her eyebrow, smiled at me, and then winked. I felt my dick jump in my jeans, which caught me off guard. I didn’t easily respond to women’s overtures, and definitely not bitches like her.

I knew exactly who she was, and Cheekz would soon find out. Although the woman flirted with me, she had no idea that wewould be meeting in person very soon. I had seen her around town, and though I knew who she was, she had no idea that I did business with someone very close to her. And that someone was indebted to me.

“Girl,you have to show off that tattoo tonight. It’s fierce.” My best friend, Phaedra, squealed.

“It should be. It’s a representation of my name,” I replied.

My parents named me September in honor of not only my birth month but also my mother’s favorite month. I let Phaedra reseal the bandage over my tattoo before I tugged my blouse up again. My birthstone, the sapphire, was set in the rounded portion of the Libra sign, and morning glory petals were scattered around it.

“Are you wearing that dress you bought yesterday?”

“That’s the plan. It’ll show my tattoo off perfectly.”

“I’ve got an idea.”

“What’s that?”

“We should go by that biker bar tonight before we head to the clubs.”

My best friend was always with the shits. I looked at her like she told me she was an alien.

“What?”

“Girl, did you see the way that one nigga with the braids was looking at you?”

“Who, Priest?”

“Yeah. Isn’t he the leader? He’s fine as hell.”

I sucked my teeth. “Honey, the Immortal Descendents are fine as hell, but they’re all bad news.”

“Girl, he can be bad news with all that BDE.”

“All that STD.”

“Stop,” Phaedra replied and laughed.

“I’m serious. Every time I see Priest’s ass, he’s got different women hanging on him.”

“He’s the leader of the club. What do you expect? Look at how we got wet over him.”

“Speak for yourself,” I lied. Hell, I couldn’t wait for Phaedra’s ass to leave so I could go in the bathroom and rub one out or turn my vibrator on the highest level while I thought about Priest’s fine ass. It wouldn’t be the first time, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. A single bitch had to think about somebody when she was giving the pussy up to a plastic toy.

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