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"And you sure you ain't gon' be letting yo lil homies see your phone at night?"

Milan joked with Ramses as she shoved the final thing from the hotel into her waiting car.

Ramses had gotten settled into his sentencing to say the least and got him a cellphone smuggled in to the jail for $500 worth of ramen noodles.

Jail currency was in snacks, drugs, and contraband.

"Milan, I'll break a n*gga jaw for tryna touch my shit. Ask that flower bringin' n*gga you had sniffin' 'round you."

There was a brief pause as the two remembered that night.

She had no choice but to roll her lips inward as she tried her hardest to keep a snort from escaping. Shaking her head, Ramses himself started laughing at what he said which caused Milan to join in. Both of them were full-on belly laughing.

When Milan caught her breath and the giggles died down, she leaned against the silver Honda HRV she had rented for travel. Today was move-in day for her to get settled in her apartment before classes officially began at her university.

"I miss yo' ass so much, Mi."

Ramses's voice poured through the speakers as the two soaked in each other's presence at the moment. Milan nodded her head even though she knew he couldn't see her. As she looked over the Atlanta, Georgia area, she couldn't ignore the pang in her heart that wished for nothing more than to be back in Chicago in his arms.

"I miss you more, my love." Milan told him truthfully. Although the physical aspect of the relationship was missed dearly, Ramses was really making an effort to keep Milan in his life. From a group of lanky teen gangsters being forced to help her pack up all her belongings in Chicago that she had been keeping in her hotel to Malcolm begrudgingly driving her to the airport for her flight...

Ramses was making sure she was taken care of.

And shit, the man was already paying for her tuition!

The money he had offered her on their last visit actually checked out. It turns out... Ramses was actually preparing to be done with the drug game and very soon if he hadn't gotten arrested. He was a savant when it came to investing and trading. Valerie herself was surprised at the level of income he was achieving, all while laying low. The drug game was almost like his passive income.

Only a crazy man like him is a kingpin for fun.

"You know you sound good as fuck talking like that." Ramses broke Milan out of her thoughts as he often does with a sex starved comment. Each one always sent a warm shock through her body. She was missing him just as bad.

"Don't tell me y'all talking nasty on that phone again." Daya's voice sliced through the couple's private moment.

Milan gave a big dramatic sigh as she saw Daya and Valerie approaching with their frappuccinos from inside the hotel.

"Tell Daya ass get somebody to talk to her yellow ass instead'a hating all'a time." Ramses quickly responded and Milan burst out into another fit of giggles. This caused Daya to stop right in front of Milan with her hands on her hips with a mischievous glint in her eye and her mouth poised to talk.

"Whatever that ugly lil boy said that get yo' fast self giggling, tell him come outside the jail and say it to me! Aw okay!"

And with a cinematic hair flip, Daya walked passed Milan and hopped into the car. Valerie came by loudly slurping her straw with comically wide eyes, bumping Milan's hip with her own before getting in the driver's seat of the vehicle herself.