His Name Is Mugen

My Heart

Once this book is over. I'm going to edit the book, change the description, and maybe the cover, then finish my other two works.
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I ended the called in bewilderment. It was a lot easier than I expected. Too easy. It also went by so quickly. Too quickly. That's what scared me. He asked me what I wanted, I told him, then he hung up. I was paranoid.

A million and one things can go wrong.

I looked at Megan for reassurance. "Now what?"

Megan clasped her hands together. "Now we wait for Mugen to finally get sick of Titania so he can ditch her and we can go torture some fuckers. Now pick your sister off the floor and let's go. Last time I was in the hall, I saw my mom drowning your mom in the soup."

The soup?

Megan led the way out of the bathroom and once we stepped in the hall, it was practically a warzone. Food was everywhere and still flying. Everyone was arguing. Tables were turned and the chandelier was on the floor. The staff wasn't even trying to de-escalate the situation. Some opted to help themselves to dessert while watching the unexpected turn of events. There was just a lot going on at the moment.

Simran clung onto me like I was her life support and I did my best to comfort her while making my way to Fiddy and Bon. A lot was going to happen within the next few hours and my need for time to move quicker, skyrocketed.

Mugen needed to hurry up and get his shit together.

Fiddy stood alert and agitated, groaning over spilled wine that drenched his suit. Bon was handing him napkins while simultaneously wiping food off his own face. I glanced towards the center of the scene where the Holts stood, proud and boastful. My parents were nowhere in sight.

"You missed it." Bon said, discarding used napkins on the floor. "Mrs. Holt mopped the floor with your mom and I'm almost positive your dad's dead."

Fiddy was now shirtless and wringing out his stained shirt.

"I'll leave you guys to it." Megan wrapped Simran's arm around her shoulder and guided her towards the Holts. Simran casted me a worried glance but I gave her a reassuring nod.

Something shifted between me and Megan. Something good. I still don't like that bitch but I guess we're cordial now.

"I need this fuck ass night to end already. When I got this assignment, I thought the biggest event of the night was partaking in a shoot out not a fucking food fight." Fiddy complained.

I couldn't help my wondering eye scanned Fiddy. As annoying as he was, Fiddy did have an enticing body with chiseled abs. He didn't suit my taste but I cannot lie that he wasn't a decent catch.

"I'll be back." Bon mumbled and stalked out of the hall. I watched him go. He was probably going to request backup from the Motherfucker.

"You good?" Fiddy asked me. He scanned my face for any wounds, physical and mental.

I waved him off. "I'm not a child. Anyway, we have to do something about that gash near your eye. We wouldn't want you losing another eye." I grabbed his hand and tried dragging him towards the exit but he snatched his hand back.

"I'll have you know I've killed for sport, been shot six times, been tortured, been to war, spent five years in enemy prison, stood up against the foulest of men and made it out alive."

I placed a hand on my hip and gave him a 'so what' look. "You're telling me this because?"

"I'm fine and even if I wasn't, I do not need you to coddle me over a cut." I rolled my eyes.