“I told you. I’m over that shit. I’m not doing shit. Let that beef die with him, it ain’t mine to iron out.” She held her breath, feeling like she was out of place. She didn’t know if she should walk in to interrupt or stay put. Messiah had ceased talking, but she was sure it was only to listen. “Fuck family,” his voice hissed. “I’m done with all that. Only family I need is sitting under my roof right now. I’m out. You want it done so bad, do it yourself.”
