Bodies

vingt-trois.

Milan pulled on the dark blue short sleeved smock she was handed as well as the pants for it directly after. The clothes dwarfed her. It was because they only had men's larges in their store closet.

Still Milan barely noticed the way her pants swished as she walked down the hall. She needed to lay her eyes on Ramses.

The woman officer who dressed her pushed open another set of doors. This time the room opened up to rows and rows of connected stone desks with plexiglass partitions that reached the cielings.

"Walk down to stall 5. He'll be there." The lady officer told her, stopping right by the door and pointing in the direction Milan had to walk. Nodding and quickly thanking her, Milan began to walk down the rows of chairs.

It was late at night, so there were no other people waiting on the other side to be seen. Hell, no one else was having visitors come this late. So why was Ramses?

Why was he even getting a visitor pass in the first place? Why is he not considered a visitor in this place himself?!

Her mind was racing as she tried her best to not have to rub her sweaty palms over her shirt again.

When she did finally reach row 5, her breath hitched in her throat to see Ramses dressed in a smock identical to her's... except it was bright tangerine orange.

Sitting down, she grabbed the phone that was next to her and pressed it to her ear. "Ramses... what the fuck is—"

"Milan, were you fuckin' that n*gga?" He cut her off quickly.

Cocking her head to the side in disbelief, Milan looked at him through squinted eyes.

"N*gga, look at where you are and where I'm sitting. I think we got bigger issues to talk about than if I was using my coochie like it's mine or something." She growled lowly at his audacity. She was worried sick about him and wether he'd seed the light of day again, but he was worried about a man he'd never met before.

"Don't play with me right now, Mi. I see where you sitting and I see where I'm sitting... but half the reason we right here is because you had the weak ass n*gga come up there." Ramses matched her energy.

The two then had a small staring contest. Their attitudes like two roaring lions between them.

Milan broke first, rolling her eyes.

"No, I am not fucking him. Your lil pop up stunt definitely put an end to that."

Ramses did not seem the least bit moved by the information, but Milan couldn't have cared less.

He literally has a bitch screaming she's pregnant with his baby... A lil sex was nothing compared to that.

Especially because they weren't even official.

"So I don't mean shit to you?", He had the audacity to start up with. Milan opened her mouth to ask him what in the world he was talking about, but he kept talking.

"All this sh*t we done got through together. Dumping Tati ass. Shutting Chrisanto up. Shit, damn near running away together. I know you ain't just doing that with every n*gga off the block. Milan, I don't know what else to do to show you who I am and how much I care about you." Ramses admitted, sounding exasperated and that's what took Milan aback.

A new realization rushed over her like cold water down her back.

Everything he named. Hell, the reason they crossed paths in the first place, was streaked in blood.

Losing her attitude and turning to face him fully, Milan searched his face. He was such a beautiful man. She loved every pore in his skin and every fleck of light in his eye. She knew he had a heart of gold, but the man... the man loved living in a world of Russian Roulette, and Milan refused to be on the end of a loaded gun anymore.