Milan couldn't lie and say she didn't know what would happen once she and Ramses had sex.

However, now that she laid in bed with his arms encasing her in a headlock while he snored into the back of her head... she didn't imagine he'd take to her so quickly.

Her whole body was hot. And not in a good way. It was literally scorching with him being wrapped around her and them both being wrapped in her dark gray fuzzy duvet.

She grabbed her phone from her nightstand, just barely not dropping it because of her reach being so restricted. The face of it blinked 9 AM at her. That was as good enough time as any to wake him up.

Pushing herself forward to the edge of the bed, she hoped his arms would loosen as she inched closer to the end. Instead, he grunted and placed the hand the was encasing her neck loosely around her waist and pushed her into him even more.

Now don't get Milan wrong, she loved a good cuddle as much as the next woman, but this was literally imprisonment. 

"Ramses..." Milan sighed, taking his arm and moving it out from her body. Once again the man groaned in his sleep, then proceeded to lay his head right on top of hers which smushed it into her pillow. Milan felt like a 20 pound weight was now determined to smash her skull.

Be fucking forreal.

She knew that this position couldn't have even been comfortable. His cheek was right on top of her ear for God's sake.

"Ramses!" Milan called out louder and he awoke mid snore. 

"What? Fuck goin' on?" He barely got out while fighting his sleep induced haze. Ironically, him stretching made him grasp her tighter rather than let go. 

"Please get the hell off of me." Milan griped, shaking off his hold now that he was awake. Ramses untangled himself from her and yawned loudly. "Man... you wasn't saying all that last night. Instead it was oh fuck, yes, oh Ram--" 

Milan hit him with the pillow they were previously laying on to shut him up.

"First off, my voice ain't never that high and secondly, you've been smothering me for at least an hour. I woulda woke up dead any second." Milan explained with attitude dripping from her tone as she sat up on her bed and stretched herself. 

Ramses sucked his teeth and laughed. "You so fuckin' dramatic."

"Get out. I've seen enough of you."

Getting up from her bed, Ramses shrugged as he walked towards the door. "You cold blooded when you not saying keep it in me, fuck yes, don't stop!"

"Get out!" Milan demanded again, this time her voice actually was high pitched.

Ramses was still mocking her as he closed the door behind him, the pillow Milan threw at him missing him by a millisecond. 

As soon as he left, Milan's phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number. 

It's the third day, mija. 

Instantly Milan wanted to vomit.

She had forgotten all about her... her mission to deliver Ramses to Chrisanto in 3 days. She honestly couldn't even believe the man was serious about it. She had to think of a plan and fast. Milan didn't have many options either.

Chrisanto was pretty clear. Deliver Ramses to the shop and... and he'd be dropped right when they pulled up damn near. 

But that was just not an option.

So, she called the only person she felt like she could trust at any moment's notice. "It's about time you called me. Bitches move out with the King of the South and think they hot shit, huh?" Daya's voice poured through the speakers with faux attitude. 

Milan could only half smile although she knew her friend couldn't see her.

"Daya, I'm in trouble." Milan started, hushed and looking at her bedroom door. Praying Ramses was minding his business elsewhere. 

"Oh shit girl, what's happened?"Daya asked immediately.

"You know 'Santo wants me to set Ramses up. Today's the day I was supposed to deliver and I have no idea what I'm going to do..." Milan revealed and saying it aloud made everything more real. She felt like a fish circling the drain.

She couldn't have Ramses's blood on her hands. Hell, she just got him.

"Take Diamante." Daya proposed without a second thought. 

"What? What do you mean?" Milan sputtered. 

"Take him to Chrisanto. He's been perpetrating as the new leader. Take him."

The line went silent for a beat. 

Obviously somebody was going to have to go down. Milan would've rathered no one did, but Chrisanto only took heads as currency. It was Ramses', her's, or Diamante's. 

"How would I even get Diamante to come with me? I ain't never known him like that. Not even when y'all were together."

"I can tell hi--"

"Who the fuck you on the phone with and why you taking Diamante anywhere, Milan?" Ramses suddenly boomed, opening Milan's bedroom door with a force that could've taken it off its hinges. 

"Oh my God." Was the only thing that Milan could get out as she met the enraged eyes of Ramses. 

"Milan what the fuck?! Are you good?!" Daya's worried voice came from the phone. 

Not even taking her eyes off of Ramses, Milan put her phone to her ear again.

"D... I'mma have to call you back." She told her, hanging up before Daya could even reply. 

"Milan, don't piss me off." Ramses voice brimmed with ill concealed anger. He didn't come any closer than when he first entered. His hand was still on the door knob even. Milan felt like her heart was going to leap out of her chest and flop like a fish out of water on the floor.

"Ramses... it's not at all what you're thinking." Milan began, but Ramses laughed even though his face was void of humor.

"I don't think nothing, Mi. I need you to tell me." He said, but in his eyes, he already looked like he was ready to throw her though the wall, and not in the good way. 

"Since the day you got shot Ramses I have had a target on my back for saving you. From my brother all the way up to Chrisanto himself. They want you dead--"

"And what? Next move you were gonna team up with 'Mante ass and do my ass in huh?" Ramses finished her sentence for her and Milan squinted her eyes at him. "No you fucking dummy. You think I wanted to kill you I woulda waited all this time? Shit yo ass coulda been dead the day I moved in, but look at you. Breathing." 

That seemed to stall anymore interruptions from coming from the now quietly seething man. 

"Chrisanto's been down my throat about your ass since day one. Day One. I've been telling you to stay away from me the whole damn time and three days ago, he told me to deliver you to him like a birthday cake so he could blow your head off." 

"And look at me, naked in your house instead. So no, I ain't never tried to do your ass in. I'm scrambling to save you right now." Milan finished, searching Ramses's cold expression for any give. 

For some reason, the stillness in the air felt like the calm before the first crackle of thunder. Ramses didn't budge, he almost looked more upset if that was possible. The way his chest rose and fell, he might as well have been breathing fire.

"I ain't never been a n*gga that needed saving. Not even when I met death that night. You call yourself doin' me a favor, making sure Chrisanto ain't get me? I'm finna get us straight right now." 

Ramses left his words hanging in the air because right after he said them he slammed Milan's door. She sprang up after him from her bed, only wearing her bra and a pair of his boxers. "Ramses what the fuck are you talking about? We're not in competition right now! This is your life we're talking about!"

Milan yelled down the hallway as Ramses went into his room. She followed him in as he shrugged on a gray Nike Tech jogging suit. As he putting his arm in the jacket, she snatched it off of him completely.

"Where the fuck are you going? Like this is not the time for you to be tryna crash out, Ramses." Milan told him, getting more desperate to slow down the path of destruction he was hellbent on going on. 

"Milan, you will never understand how it feels to have n*ggas thinking they got you. Diamante was my fucking brother and now he running around telling n*ggas he almost had my head. You got Chrisanto all in yo' ear and yo brother blowin' shit down tryna touch me too. They all done forgot why I'm the Pharaoh and not no motherfuckin' King."

It was Milan's turn to be quiet because she had no idea what he was talking about now. 

Ramses met her eyes with a fury that she'd yet see from him. He snatched his jacket back from her and put it on, zipping it up. His thin gold chain standing out against the gray on his chest. 

Milan watched him with bated breath as he tucked a glock 38 with a switch in his pants. Immediately she felt like she had to call the police on herself for even looking at that illegal mess.

After he pulled his jacket over it, it basically disappeared before her eyes. Looking at his face again, Ramses was already looking at her. She couldn't wrap her head around this being the same man who almost cuddled her to death.

"I rule the heavens and the earth 'round this bitch, and now they all finna fuckin' feel me."