Priest (The Richards Book 1)

by Bre Shadae

When I looked at Jasmine I had no question of paternity. She had so many of my features, but who she really looked like was my sister Pria. Her little butter pecan color and freckles stretched across her nose came from her mother but all her other features came from my side of the family. It was something just watching her move. She was so busy and as soon as I squeezed her little cheeks she had me in the palm of her hand. While Satisa was sleeping Benji told me everything. Told me how tough they had it and how the only good thing he had was at her house. Satisa had been trying to open her shop and finally got the space. Benji overheard all her stresses and he talked about how he just wanted to help her. I saw that look in his eyes. The same look I had when I saw my mother going through shit with my dad. As a kid you just want to make a difference. My purpose was to take them out of that. I felt that without question. This house would be a good first step. I thought my sister up as her name flashed across my cell phone screen. I swiped to take the FaceTime call. “Don’t you know you supposed to text before you just FaceTime somebody chump.”