“I ain’t no Romeo type of nigga. I know I’m rough around the edges. I ain’t no college boy. I’m in the streets heavy and I love that shit. I know I’m not who a father would want for his daughter, and I know that’s what she is to you…your daughter, but that girl make me feel something, OG. You know better than anybody that I don’t feel shit. Not for my mama, not for my daddy, not for kids with cancer, none of that shit moves me. Mo moves me. She give me this tender feeling in the middle of my chest.”

“Do you love her? If you love her, you got to be a man and tell me you love her. You doing all this dancing around. Square up with me. Tell me straight what it is. Do you love her?” Ethic stated. He was angry. Messiah was as thorough as they came, but he wasn’t what Ethic wanted for Morgan.

“I think I do,” Messiah stated.

“Do you know how her sister, Raven, died?” Ethic asked.

Messiah shook his head.