Page 2 of Priest

“You do realize that nigga lives in a muthafuckin guarded fortress,” Lyon commented.

“That shit’s rumors. Morgan’s got two guards at any given time, four at best. There will be two at the front gates, one at the front door, and maybe another one patrolling the grounds. You can’t see the house from the gates. Taking the first two niggas out won’t be a problem.”

“Shiid, they gonna hear these straight pipes long before we roll up,” Sunny remarked.

“That’s why Jagged and Excavator’s gonna ride up in the cage.”

We referenced all four-wheel vehicles as cages.

“Which one?” Sunny asked.

“The Range.”

Our Range Rover was an armored vehicle that could withstand anything, thanks to the modifications Excavator put on it. He was not only good with cars but also unearthing valuable knowledge.

“Yeah, boy. You ain’t said shit but a word,” Jagged replied, rubbing his hands together.

“Moon, you ride too. Y’all take them muthafuckas out. I’ll be on Bluetooth, so you just give us the word when we need to roll,” I instructed.

Jagged, Excavator, and Moon nodded.

“Geek will hack his cameras right before we roll up. Everything will go dark as far as his technology is concerned. Sunny, you, Lyon, and Chainz are gonna head to the back and secure the grounds back there. Don’t let a muthafucka creep out that back door,” I demanded.

The three men nodded.

“Ox, Knuckles, and Road Rage will cover the front in case we get visitors.”

“And you?” Road Rage asked.

“I’m going straight through their muthafuckin’ front door.”

“You think he’s gonna have the money?” Moon, our secretary, asked. Moon’s eyes were so big and bright against his dark skin that it was like looking at a moon in the night sky.

“I’m not even interested in his money any fucking more. His ass thought he could punk us. I’m about to show that nigga who’s the bitch, and it damn sure ain’t me. I don’t want his money or anything else he has to offer. At this point, I don’t even want his guns. That nigga disrespected me for the last time. He had onechance to return my shit, and he blew it. If he doesn’t have my guns, then I’m going after something a whole lot more valuable,” I explained with a sinister grin and with darkness blazing in my heart. I knew what Christopher Morgan prized more than anything else, including his multi-million dollar business.

“What’s that, Priest?” Sunny asked.

I smirked. “A valuable asset that I’ve had my eye on for a while. Just call me the bill collector today. Immortal Descendents, in six hours, we ride,” I stated.

“We ’bout to do this shit!” Moon shouted.

“Aye, nigga, I’m still ‘’bout to go get my tat. We got six hours. That’s more than enough time,” Sunny stated. “Anybody down to ride?”

“Shit, I need to get my shit tightened up.” Lyon responded and patted a tattoo on his left bicep.

“I’ll roll. I ain’t got shit to do,” I replied. A few others chimed in that they would ride too. Everyone left the room, but I stayed back for a few minutes to go over some financials with Road Rage. When I made it out into the main room, I saw Delite already cuddled up with Chainz, our mechanic. I knew that she would land on her feet. That was why I had no problem tossing her aside.

The prospect she had fucked didn’t make out as lucky as she did. Not only had he fucked my ho, but that nigga had the nerve to have stolen from us. My trigger finger got happy as fuck, and Jagged, my enforcer, who earned his name from the jagged scar on the right side of his face, had spoken up and declared the nigga dead.

Ten of us rolled out and headed for our tattoo shop, Immortal Ink, three miles away. It wasn’t long before we pulled into the parking lot, and our pipes announced our arrival.

“Them bitches fine as fuck,” Rage muttered after we shut our engines down.

I checked out the two beautiful women Rage watched who climbed into the royal blue BMW 740i. My eye was on the driver for a different reason than Rage’s was. Lady Luck was on my side tonight.

“Yeah, they’re fine. But I’ma tell you what I don’t do… bougie bitches.”

“Shiid, those are the best ones to break in,” Rage countered.

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