His Name Is Mugen

What Was His Name

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The stranger made me return to the hall first. He didn't trust me alone on the room, thinking that I'd jump the minute he left. He thought correctly.

I spotted Selena the instant I entered the room and made my way towards her. She was chatting to some elder woman so I stopped 3 feet away as not to interrupt her conversation. She took notice of me, ended her conversation, raced up to me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

"I saw you walk past me and head in the direction of the bathroom. Are you okay?" She finally released me. Her green eyes bore into me. She could see through me so there was no use in lying to her.

"Barely." I mumbled.

She sniffed me. "You smell good. Is this a new cologne form BLUE BODYWORKS?" I sniffed myself. I smelled like the stranger. This was not good. Tyson would get upset and throw a bitch fit. I dugged into Selena's purse and pulled out a bottle of perfume and doused myself in it.

"Okaaaay." Selena coughed and waved the air. "A bit extra but I'm sure you have your reasons."

"Help me find Simran." I quickly changed the subject. We linked arms and moved through the crowd in search of my sister. We reached Tyson first.

"Honey." He looked between me and Selena.

"Darling." That fake ass smile was splattered across my face again. I nudged Selena who was shooting him death daggers. She didn't let up and I didn't need this to become a scene. "If you will excuse us, dear."

"Not so fast." Tyson's reached out and grabbed my wrist. If Selena wasn't holding me up I would of fell down in a mess of tears. She held me up but to keep from crying was something I'd have to do on my own.

"You need to be by my side when we meet Mr. Holt." He yanked me to his side.

"But my sister-."

"I don't care."

Dammit. So close.

"I'll go find her." Selena gave Tyson the side eye before walking off in search of my sister. Tyson had me stuck to his side like glue with a possessive arm wrapped around my waist which was ironic. Didn't he just pimp me out to one of his benefactors?

My body was already tense At Tyson's side but it grew even more tense when I felt a new pair of eyes on me. This wasn't like Mr. Rogers' gaze that made me feel like a chunk of meat. It was different. It made me feel like a pebble at the bottom of the ocean yet like a bird, free in its flight.

Could it be the stranger?

"Excuse me, Mr. Blue." A voice from the left captured our attention. We turned towards someone who seemed familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but I felt like I met him before.

"I'm Ruben Holt. My brother couldn't make it so we came here in his stead." Ruben held out his hand for Tyson to shake.

"We?" Tyson accepted his hand.

"Me and our younger brother Neagan." Ruben gesture towards a young man steadily approaching us. He looked around my age. Possibly older with the way he carried himself. Cool, calm, collected, composed. A deadly yet exciting combination. No one could deny their power over this room. Tyson looked like a rag doll in a business suit compared to these two brothers who had all attention on them the minute they made their presence known.

"Neagan Holt, please to make your acquaintances." Neagan flashed a smile that revealed straight rows of pure perfection. His teeth were brighter than my future and entire existence.