The Priest: It is mine to avenge; I will repay.

04

I sigh as we walk up the steps to my home.

"Are you sure you're alright?"Dorian asks, gripping my hand.

I nod and pull out my keys.

The door opens and I see my Grammy.

"Doll! Hey there sweet cheeks."She says, making me chuckle.

"It's good to see you Grammy."Dorian says as she immediately goes to pinch his cheeks.

"I bet. I look good."Grammy says before poking my ribs.

"Well come on in you guys!"she chuckles before stepping aside.

...

We walk into the living room, and I find my mother on the couch reading.

"Hi mom."I say.

She looks up and smiles.

"Awe, my babydoll! Oh my gawd it feels like it's been forever!"she says standing and hugging me.

"I heard doll!"

I look back, seeing Ben drenched in sweat as he had been working out.

"Hi Benny!"I smile.

He had recently gotten reconstructive surgery on his face and neck to fix scaring from the fire.

He looked incredible now.

He opens his arms and attempts to hug me but as he was covered in sweat I jump back.

"C'mon! Just a little bodily fluids!"he says.

"Hug me when you've showered."I say, making him chuckle.

"Well, guys I have some news about Marcus."Dorian says, causing my mother to look up.

"Oh. Bad news?"she asks softly.

".. unfortunately."Dorian responds.

"Oh my goodness. How bad?"She asks.

"Unfortunately he's passed. He was shot in the head."Dorian says softly.

My mother covers her mouth and takes a deep breath through her nose.

"Oh dear."Grammy says.

"Was it Andy?"Benny asks.

"I think yes, but the commander is convinced that it's suicide. Apparently the wound was self-inflicted."Dorian says.

"Bullshit."Benny huffs, folding his arms.

"It's okay Benny. At least we finally know where he is. Let's just eat dinner."My mother says with a soft smile.

I see pain in her eyes as she walks towards the kitchen.

My brother sighs as she walks past and then looks at me.

"She's gonna be okay, Dede."he says.

I smile softly and look down at my hands.

"I hope so."

.....

I smile, watching Dorian help my mother clear the table.

"He's a good one, ain't he."My Grammy says from next to me.

I look over at her cheeks grin, knowing exactly what she was about to ask.

"Did you touch his penis?"

"Grammy, it's not always about sex."I chuckle.

"At least tell me if it was nice!"she says.

I cover my laugh before folding my arms.