His Name Is Mugen

Mrs. Holt

Idk if this chapter calls for a trigger warning but I'm putting it up case. There's a brief indication of pedophilia towards the end so skip the chapter if it makes you uncomfortable or just read with caution. Whichever suits you.
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My mom looked between us 2 and scoffed. "I don't know who you are but stay out our family affairs." She raised her hand to slap Falen but her hand was caught and thrown to her side.

Emilia stepped in front of us. The difference between her and my mom was astonishing. It was like comparing an ant to an elephant. It was like sending a lifejacket to help fend off a storm. It was a one sided match.

Emilia had the eloquence, the status, the credentials. She was shorter than my mom but somehow she towered over her, mockingly. My mom was about to get slaughtered.

"The immaturity, the lack of class, the self indulgence, is it perhaps a mental illness?." Emilia spoke with such hostility, I was surprised she wasn't directing it towards me. "Whatever it is, I advise you to watch yourself. You're not addressing just anyone. You are addressing a Holt. Specifically Sarasi Holt, my son's wife. Unless you want the only purpose of yours, which is to serve to as a rug, to be put into effect, I suggest you shut the fuck up before I have you skinned and laid out in front of my house as a doormat, you Keri Ciara Hilson wannabe."

I see where Mugen gets his threats from.

"Bitch, I will uppercut your boujie thirft store version of Marilyn Monroe on Lsd looking ass into the wind." My mom stepped back and got into a fighting stance.

"Oh please bring it. I will zip and lock your ass like a bag, you waste of oxygen."

And then they were fighting. Fiddy and Bon were trying to pull them apart. Alex was silently murdering my dad in the background. The staff and guests got involved. Selena and Falen was fighting them off. Nonna had stabbed someone. There was fighting, yelling, and blood.

I was over it.

I excused myself from the madness and made my way to the ladies room. A lot just happened and my brain was slow on the procession of it. I splashed cold water on my face and counted to 3. I heard the bathroom door open and saw a sorry looking Simran staring at me through the mirror.

"Save it." I didn't want to hear it. She burst into a fit of tears but I didn't budged. She sobbed violently in her hands and her croaks were muffled and half ignored by me. I didn't need her shit either.

"I'm sorry." She cried. I paid her no attention. "But what else was I supposed to do?."

I didn't want to respond but I got so worked up. "You selfish bitch. You dare-."

"Hell yeah I'm fucking selfish." She threw her hands in the air angrily. "Fucking selfish that I care about my children. Selfish that I'm willing to sacrifice myself, my sister, my parents, whoever the fuck I need to ensure their safety. Yes! I'm a fucking selfish bitch. So sorry you got caught in the crossfire. So sorry we couldn't have the buddy buddy sister relationship you wanted so bad. But, I'm not sorry for being selfish."

I stared at her skeptically. "What are you talking about?"

As if remember something dark and grave, she broke down on the floor. "He took them."

"Took who?" My heart began to race.

"My children. That bastard was upset you left so he threatened me with my children. He took my son and sold my daughter." I thought I knew heartbreak by getting an abortion but I don't think it could measure up to what Simran was feeling in this moment. Her face was indescribable but I felt her emotions engulf me. It was like black soot in my lungs. Suffocating me with no way out. I had no choice but to acknowledge that something wasn't right.