In the next thirty minutes, Milan was planning on that long dramatic shower working in her favor as she lathered herself in shea butter before spraying herself with a vanilla body mist.

She wanted to feel something.

Something other than hopelessness and stress over her brother and Ramses.

Something other than hot bitter hate for Tatiana.

Marcus was on his way to help her do just that.

After putting on a backless lingerie bodysuit and garter stockings to match, Milan sat on her bed as to not mess up her hair and makeup again. She wasn't sitting for long at all because five minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

When she went to open the door, instead of Marcus's friendly eyes and welcoming arms, she was greeted by the overwhelming stench of marijuana. She looked up to meet the eyes of Ramses, high as shit.

As soon as she opened the door, it was like the man lurched over as if the door was supporting his body weight and now was quickly removed.

"Ramses!" Milan exclaimed in surprise as she did her best to keep his strong solid body from hitting the floor. Immediately, she walked them backwards, his chin tucked neatly over her head and her arms the only thing that kept him from falling either side.

When she felt the back of her bed hit her knees, she quickly moved out from under him so he would fall on the bed. Ramses fell into the dressing of the bed which was where he would stay for now.

Milan was shaken up to say the least. "Ramses, what the fuck are you doing here?" Milan pinched his ear, making him sit up on the headboard of the bed. He protested and groaned loudly as she lightly slapped his face. His breath as he exhaled smelled of tequila. He was wasted.

Immediately, she knew she was not getting him to leave easily or quickly. Milan quickly shot a text to Marcus to abandon their mission and prayed he'd see it just in time.

Going back to her limp dummy of not-boyfriend on her bed, Milan went back to messing with him. Trying to get him to regain consciousness.

"You left me, Mi." Ramses slurred, closing his eyes and furrowing his brow like a child. He spoke his sentence like he was five years old and someone had taken away his favorite firetruck toy.

"How did you know where I was, Ramses?" Milan asked him slowly, she didn't know wether to comfort him or send him on his merry intoxicated way. However, when she glanced over at his state when she thought of the second option, she knew he was a walking target as soon as he stepped out the door.

It was a miracle he even made it here.

However, she was pissed.

She had literally just went through all the stages of grief coming to grips that he'd made it back to Tatiana within the day AND had the audacity to claim a baby. He was absolutely insane to think showing up here pissy drunk was going to smooth that over.

Ramses kept nodding off. Either the liquor or marijuana beating his ass black and blue.

Milan got up from his bedside and went into the bathroom, filling one of the hotel glasses with water and wetting a washcloth with cold water. When she went back out to Ramses's side, she poured the glass of water directly on his head.

"What the fuck, Milan?!" Ramses shouted as the water crashed down on his head. Immediately sitting up right and clearing his face of water with his hands before moving to dry it with the blankets on the bed.

"Are you fucking crazy?" He angrily chastised her, the slur previously hindering his speech no longer audible. The glass of water sobering him up was exactly her plan so she wouldn't feel bad when she smacked him in the face with the cold wet washcloth.

"Why the fuck are you stalking me? We just settled that you have a family to take care of. What the fuck is your deal?" Milan growled at him, ringing the dripping wet towel out of her feet a bit and preparing to strike him again.

Yeah, she just learned there's a high chance of that baby not being his, but he didn't know that. He still was there and trying to push the agenda that something was her fault.

Ramses worked his jaw in annoyance, taking his sopping wet fitted cap off, when he met eyes with Milan it looked as if he could've strangled her. She saw a cherry red welt beginning to spring up on his cheek.

Rightly deserved.

Without a chance to even process his movement, Ramses rose from the bed and snatched Milan up by her shoulders. His grip was firm as he walked her back against the wall, the way he looked down at her reminded her of the time he's spent on top of her. Times he spent making her body bend to his will in ways she didn't even know she could.

Now was not one of those times.

The shadows cast over his dark brown skin made him look more menacing and the red haze in his eyes from smoking only contributed to this look.

"You think I don't know you a runner? You think I would just let you walk out my life?" Ramses gruffly asked her, as he pressed her into the wall. He was so close to her face as he lifted her up that his air was hers. His lips were almost ghosting over hers.

Milan found herself becoming the intoxicated one. Her knees beginning to weaken as the smell of his cologne enveloped her senses.

"Ramses..." Milan spoke as she began to squirm against his hold. He was gaining too much leverage on her and it needed to stop.

"Naw, Mi. That shit dead. You walk out my life before I'm even awake and think thats the last you finna see of me?" He disregarded her calling his name. "Soon as you left, couple of hours and Tatiana ringing my phone crying, belly swole up like a motherfuckin' bee sting talking about I knocked her up."

Milan felt the flames of rage pricking her as she thought about Tatiana and all her fucking audacity.

"And what? You call yourself tracking me to let me know you finna be a fucking family man?" Milan spat up at him. His hazel eyes were boring into hers and she resisted the urge to smash their mouths together and create a family of their own.

The tension between them could be cut with a knife.

"You really think I'm that stupid? You're too focused on running away for the fuckass greatest good. Mi, I know that ain't my fuckin' baby." Ramses returned her attitude, this time letting her feet drop to the floor almost as a punctuation to his statement.

If Milan's jaw could've detached and dropped to the floor between them it would've.

"And you still gon post up with her like that shit is yours?! How stupid can you be, Ramses?" Milan screamed at him tears burning her eyes, throwing the now ice cold towel at his face again. This time Ramses sidestepped it.

She was so upset because she had already accepted his fate. She had already felt he'd chosen someone else over her, baby or no baby. Seeing him with Tatiana so quickly hurt, and now he was telling her she practically made herself sick for nothing.

Ramses came up to her again and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, the soft cotton of his black tee shirt soaking up her tears as she pressed her face into her chest.

"I ain't never letting you go, Mi. No matter how many times you call yourself being a fucking superhero." He whispered into her hair as he kissed the top of her head. Milan continued to hug him harder.

Until she stopped.

"So what the fuck are we supposed to do now? You claimed that baby, Ramses." Milan whispered brokenly in his chest. She was also reminded that she literally swore him off to get the gang war to stop but she wasn't ready to tell him that just yet.

Ramses had the gaul to chuckle, the deep laugh vibrating through his chest.

"Do you know how many n*ggas claim a baby and fall back on that shit even when it is their baby? I'mma have Tati take a test and send her on her way. She just caught me when a n*gga was losing his mind over you." He explained like he just had it all figured out.

They still stood there with their arms around each other.

Glass of water still on the ground.

Bed still soaking wet.

Milan's make up smeared and smudged from her sulking.

Looking up from his chest, Milan put her hand on his face. His eyes were warm now and he regarded her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Her heart was a pool at his feet.

"Ramses, I—"

Her sentence was caught in her throat as a knock came from the door. The sound of Milan's phone buzzing shortly after.

It could only have been one person.

Lord God, he didn't see the message in time.