“A’ight, man.” Synovi laughed. “Anything else? You holding my line up. Go work it out with your husband and figure out why that nigga can’t keep his dick up. I’m tired of doing his job.” Jade’s mouth fell open. “You disrespectful mothafucka! Wait until I—” Synovi hung up in her face and grumbled, “My name ain’t mothafucka.”
