Mo. I’m your man, so I should provide. Fuck this back and forth bullshit. Fuck Ethic.” “He’s my father!” Morgan hissed. “I can’t just say fuck him.” “That nigga ain’t your daddy,” Messiah mumbled. He didn’t even see Morgan’s hand coming. She slapped him and then pushed him and then thought about the shit and pushed him again. Her eyes glistened. “Why would you say that?” she shouted.
