Page 64 of Priest

“David Aziel Guillebeaux.”

My father’s eyes widened. “That little bastard.”

I nodded.

“How did you meet him? Where?”

I could tell by the dark look in my father’s eyes and the way his hand that wasn’t holding the gun curled that he wanted to find the man whom I referenced and take him out.

“I’ve been right here all along, muthafucka,” Priest announced from the doorway where he had taken position several seconds ago.

My father whirled around, raised his arm, and pointed his gun at Priest.

When I arrivedat the house, I instructed the rest of my men, who were still at the bottom of the long driveway, to follow me. We rode up in full force, and Sunny was on the front porch with his arms crossed like he was chilling on a summer afternoon drinking sweet tea or some shit. But I knew that if that nigga heard some foul shit in that house, he would have kicked the door in and asked questions later.

I climbed off my bike and headed to the front porch while my men held their positions on their bikes.

“What’s up with his security, Priest?”

I smirked. “They were sent over by Soul’s company, DSL Protection and Security.”

“Nigga. You with the shits, I see,” Sunny commented.

I replied, “Nah. I’m with taking this bitch down the right way.”

Sunny nodded. “That’s what’s up. It’s been long enough.”

He was the only one who knew my secret. And unless September had figured it out, she would be the next in line to know the truth. But I couldn’t see how she would have figured it out.

“I’m going in,” I told Sunny.

I grabbed the door, and not surprisingly, the knob twisted. That was the problem with rich assholes like Christopher Morgan. They thought their money bought them security and that they had nothing to worry about. But what about when men from underground society like me used our money to infiltrate that secured fortress?

I stepped inside the house and quietly closed the door behind me. I knew they had to hear our bikes by now, so I didn’t move too quickly but surveyed my surroundings. I listened for several seconds before I determined that they were in Morgan’s office.

I walked stealthily in their direction as I listened to the bullshit he spouted from his mouth. I wanted to put a bullet right between his eyes, and I wanted him to see me do it. But when I heard September mention my mother’s name, I froze.

“… you cheated with a younger girl named Katherine Guillebeaux. She said that when you tried to break it off, the girl didn’t take to that too well, and that it not only jeopardized your relationship with Mama, but with your job too. Mama told Aunt Diane that she demanded that you ‘fix your problem,’ but she had no idea that fixing it meant that you would go get that girl hooked on drugs. You purposely did that shit to make her go away. Only she didn’t go away, did she, Daddy? That’s the part Mama never knew. She didn’t know that Kat never went away.”

I continued to listen as I drew closer to where September and her father were.

“I met her only surviving child recently,” September admitted.

“Who?” Morgan asked.

I took the final step to the office and leaned against the doorway. I could tell that September saw me from the corner of her eye, but she said nothing.

“David Aziel Guillebeaux,” September answered.

“That little bastard. How did you meet him? Where?” Morgan demanded.

“I’ve been right here all along, muthafucka,” I answered from where I leaned against the door jamb.

Christopher Morgan spun around and raised his gun at me.

“Nigga, you might wanna put that down,” I demanded with my gun aimed at him.

“I’m not putting shit down. You’re not taking another muthafuckin thing from my house.” Morgan was seething.

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