Kiss my daughter for me and know that I love the shit out of you. See you later, Sweet Joy.” Everybody in the warehouse stared at me, including Quasim. “Nigga, you pacing and leaving voicemails like we not in the middle of some shit.” I looked down at my phone, pressing the number one to make sure my baby got that message. “You lucky I finished recording before you said all that shit… the fuck you want me to do? I missed my wife, so I was fucking letting her know it.” “Lovesick ass… she got you bad,
