Page 31 of Priest

“Damn, nigga. You got it bad,” Sunny teased.

“Nah, man. I’m just not playing his muthafuckin game. He don’t call the shots around this bitch; I do. He’s underestimated me as an opponent. But Morgan will soon learn that I’m the one who teaches and guides. He’s crossed me up one too many times. I’m gonna be the mediator between him and his maker, aiding Morgan on his journey when the two meet.”

Sunny bowed his head and shook it. “Damn, Priest. That fuckin’ street name went straight to your head.”

I grabbed a Jolly Rancher from the pack in the pocket of my leather cut and popped it into my mouth. I earned that name when I was a kid on the streets at the age of thirteen. Despite my rough upbringing, I still had a spiritual background and believed in God. Whenever anyone did anything wrong, I would advise them to pray to God, and He would forgive them. They started teasing me by calling me Preacher Man, and one day a pimp named Sammy Mac called me Priest, and it stuck.

“Ain’t shit went to my head, nigga,” I declared and moved the candy to the other side of my mouth.

“What’re you gonna do about the girl?”

“I ain’t figured that part out yet.”

“I thought you just wanted your guns back, man. The MC gets the guns back, and we’re back in business.”

“You know how much money we’ve lost on this shit, Sunny? You know how much he’s cost us by having our shit held up this long?”

Shrugging, Sunny guessed. “’Bout a hundred or two hundred thousand? I don’t know. That’s Rage’s area.”

“Try over half a mill ticket, my nigga.”

“Yeah, you shoulda let me put a bullet in his brain that day. Half a million? Fuck yeah.”

“Nah, that nigga’s gonna suffer for his shit,” I replied.

Sunny pointed his finger at me and then narrowed his eyes. “See, that right there. That’s the shit I’m talking about. Now why in the hell do you want him to suffer over some guns? Ain’t that a waste of time and money?”

“Nah, because I won’t be satisfied until he suffers. He’s done so much wrong to so many people, Sunny.”

“I know, Priest. And I ain’t tryna judge you, nigga, but don’t fuck around and get us burned over some bullshit. Morgan ain’t a nigga you sneeze at. Now pair him with that Daniel Usher nigga, and you playing with fire. That cat shits money with every step he takes.”

“I ain’t saying the nigga ain’t got pull, but I honestly don’t think he’s as invested in this bullshit as it seems. Before we out the shit he’s into, Daniel Usher will cut his losses and leave Morgan’s ass out to dry.”

“You might be right, but I just wanna make sure we’re covering all our bases on this one.”

“Yeah, I feel you,” I replied and pulled my fingers through my beard as the candy slowly melted on my tongue.

My thoughts wandered to September, and I did wonder why I held onto her. I could punish Christopher Morgan for his wrongs, get my revenge, and still send her on to her life with Daniel Usher. Why the fuck was I holding her out as a bargaining chip? Why didn’t I want to let her go?

She was a pain in my ass sometimes with all the questions she asked about the MC, my family, and me. And I just had the perfect opportunity to get rid of her ass, yet I held out.

“You like her, don’t you?”

I jerked my head up from staring at my boots to mug Sunny.

“The fuck you say to me?”

“You like her. Don’t you? I mean, that’s the only thing that can explain why you kicked Delite’s fine ass out ya bed.”

“Nigga, you know why I kicked her ass out. The same reason you would do it if that was Champagne’s ass running up under one of the brothers.”

“Man, I’d bust a cap in that ho ass if she sucked another nigga’s dick besides mine.”

“You need to make her your old lady. She the only one you’ve been fuckin’ with for a while.”

“Can’t make a ho a housewife. Besides, the same thing could be said of you when it comes to Cheekz. You ain’t fucking with nobody else but her. Well, according to the talk that’s going around, you ain’t even fucking her. Them cheeks ain’t been clapping lately,” he replied. He laughed as he clapped his hands together.

“And nobody’s dick better not be running up between them cheeks until I give permission for them to.”

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