Bodies

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After binge searching Nicki the lawyer all night, Milan didn't wake up until 11AM in the afternoon. 

When she awoke, her laptop was literally moments away from falling off of the bed and plummeting to its carpeted doom. 

With a quickness, Milan grabbed it from by her feet and placed it safely on her nightstand. 

Once she dodged that bullet, she sat up an stretched against the bed's headboard. She lightly patted her head because her scalp was itching, it was about time for her to redo her wig braids and do a full out wash day. 

Slipping out of bed, Milan went into the bathroom and began to brush her teeth, wash her face, and take a shower. When she was done, what followed was a full slathering of her body in shea butter and perfume. 

She could not lie, since Ramses was off the street and she had distanced herself from her brother, her life could not have been more peaceful. It did cause a twinge of sadness to pull at her heart strings when she thought about this.

However, the happiness she felt just knowing she could walk out her hotel to her car and not look behind her every five seconds. She loved Ramses, but she did not love the danger that lurked around every corner that came with being with him. 

Dressing herself for the day, Milan put on dark denim ripped jeans, a dark blue Sp5der hoodie, and blue Tasman UGGs. She sat down on her bed once she finished dressing. Reaching over and looking over her nightstand, she reached for the business card Nicoletta had given her the night before. 

She toyed with the corners of the card, bending them slightly. As she did so, Milan felt her heart beat faster. 

She did not want Ramses to rot away in jail. He didn't deserve that nor did she want to picture him behind bars. Although she did not want to be with him, she did not want to leave him in his time of need. 

So call the lawyer and help him then, bitch.

Her inner monologue snapped at her.

Milan wrinkled her nose at her own attitude towards herself.

Her hands just would not stop twiddling with the card when they should've been dialing the number.

The reason she was so hesitant had to do with the fact that if she did in fact aid in helping him get back out on the streets, she felt she never would be able to escape him again. And that was because of her own weakness.

It wasn't because taking the witness stand to save him would bring more attention to her than when she saved him from dying. 

It wasn't because she'd be sucked into legal matters and had to make sure she didn't further incriminate him or even implicate herself in illegal activity.

It was because if she succeeded, she would be running from him and everybody who came with him forevermore.

Throwing her head back and taking a deep breath, Milan then reached for her cellphone and slowly but surely began to dial Nicoletta's number. Two rings later, someone answered.

"Yolkovich and Associates, Andre speaking." A male voice answered the phone, and Milan was taken aback from the male voice. For some reason she assumed Nicki herself would be answering. Recovering and quickly clearing her throat, Milan introduced herself. 

"Hello, my name's Milan. Nicoletta reached out to me to help with a client of her's—"

"Oh! You're Milan Cozart. Please hold on the line, we've been expecting you." Andre told her. The excitement in his voice made her feel like Nicoletta had put the whole office on high alert for her call.