Bodies

quatorze.

Over the next couple of days there was gunfire ringing through the air day and night.

Milan hadn't expected the windows on Ramses' house to be bullet proof, but now she thanked God they were. There had been at least 3 drive-by shootings since the day Ramses had caused the gang war.

Malcolm and CJ slept between the couch and the love seat in the living room. None of them had left the house. It was as if they were in a zombie apocalypse and they were all waiting for the zombies to finally break through the barriers. 

As Milan got up from her bed and stretched her limbs. Looking in the mirror placed on her vanity, she saw the havoc on her head from her not brushing her hair. Milan had been calling off work left and right because of the havoc on the streets. Everyone at her job understood.

Hell, they were probably glad she was staying away as well.

There was no real reason for her to do her hair, and her lace front was paying the price. 

Also, the groceries in the house were running low. 

The house could barely sustain Ramses' insatiable appetite-- especially after he smoked.

Now, there were 2 grown men feasting off of what couldn't even sate 1. 

Milan found herself eating the reserve TV dinners in the freezer. The boys had went through 3 frozen pizzas yesterday.

She thanked God that this wasn't a real apocalypse because they'd definitely would be the reason they'd all starve to death. 

When she walked into the living room, it was quiet. Although it was 1 in the afternoon, the two men who were supposed to be her guards were less than at the ready for sure. They were both knocked out cold in their respective sleeping spots. 

Paying them no mind, Milan began to rummage through the cupboards. She was starving and she couldn't take another day of Salisbury steak and grainy mashed potato meals. Managing to find two boxes of spaghetti, she set them on the counter and sighed. 

It was a lot of pasta for her, but the two walking garbage disposals would run through this like a train through a tunnel. 

Milan began boiling a pot of water and preparing to make spaghetti with the slim pickings they had in the house. In about an hour and a half, Milan had made a pretty nice looking spaghetti with hot Italian sausage mixed in. Almost as if they could smell her food threw their dreams, Malcolm and CJ suddenly appeared in the kitchen.

After fixing her own plate, Milan moved aside for them to fix their own. 

"Alright now, y'all run through this somebody gon' have to run to the store." 

Malcom scoffed at the warning, "Man ain't nobody going out there willingly. CJ finna have to come up off one of his legs and we'll be straight for another... two days." He playfully scrutinized his friend's calf, kicking it for good measure.

Rolling her eyes, Milan sat on the island in the kitchen. They all were laughing quietly, but the mood was heavy. They all knew sooner or later they'd have to go and face whatever was out there. 

"Man... No offense, Milan, but Tati woulda rapped this shit up by now." CJ mentioned softly and that struck Milan's ego more than she thought it would.

It was inevitable people were going to compare the two seeing Milan wasn't even officially his girlfriend yet and Tatiana was a woman many people thought Ramses' would've married by now.

She couldn't help the way she cut her eyes at CJ with a glare after the statement. The man visibly swallowed when he met her gaze, slowing down the shoveling of food in his mouth.