His Name Is Mugen

15 Minutes

Yeah so it wasn't fitting all into one chapter so it's split into two. Anyways there's gonna be an semi action scene so let me clarify that action scenes aren't my thing so if it feels lackluster, you have my apologies ❤️
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This was a world I wasn't ready for. I jumped in head first thinking everything would just bend to my will or every one would bow before me because I was Mugen's wife.

Bon had a gun to my head so all of my movements were trapped. I didn't doubt that he'd pull the trigger over the slightest thing.

I exhaled deeply.

I needed to be strong. There was no used in cowering out now. I'm here as Mrs. Sarasi Holt. My name will will be at the tip of the underground's tongue. Within the breast of every man like a fear that cannot be contained.

Oh who am I kidding.

I started to whimper. I realized long ago where overconfidence could bring me and here I am. At the mercy of some psychopath who I'm not even sure wants to be a girl or boy.

Bon tapped on the side of my head with the nozzle of the gun while keeping his eyes on the road. He was going beyond the speed limit and whatever car that was in front of him just angrily moved out of his way while blaring their horn and cursing his name.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way. Your husband and I don't really get along and both of us can't coexist in this line of work so it was either him or me." Bon spoke up.

Silence on my end.

"It's nothing against you. You unfortunately got the short end of the stick, being married to him. You couldn't of known what kind of man he was. He's a liar. A cheat. He puts on this humbled gentleman like facade but deep down he's a monster. A monster with his hands drenched in blood. You know this now, right?"

More silence. My fist were balled and I glared straight ahead, watching cars move out of Bon way.

Bon tsked to himself and spared me a glance. "It's nothing personal."

"Really?" I scoffed. "With a gun to my head and a grudge against my husband, this surely seems personal."

I clenched my seatbelt as Bon swerved into another lane. He narrowly missed the bumper of another car, earning him a blasting horn and a few choice words.

"Your husband caused one of my closest associates to betray me and kill my best friend and left me to care for his wife and child. You expect me to be on good terms with that bastard?"

I turned sharply in my seat to get a good look at this crybaby ass imbecile adjacent to me. I bore angry orbs into the side of his feminine like face. I wanted him to feel my anger. The nozzle of the gun was now pressed against my forehead.

"Fiddy lost an eye that was sent to his mother in a gift basket but do you hear him bitching about it? I'm not sure what you expect out of venting to me. For me to burst into tears and tell you how awful my life has been since I met Mugen and that you actually saved me? For me to jump with joy while you attempt to murder my husband out of fear?"

"I'm not scared of your husband." He glowered at me with enraged eyes.

"Liar!" I screamed. "I've see the way you cower under his gaze."

"You know, you're awful bold for a woman with a gun to her head." He pressed the nozzle of the gun harder against me. The metal wad warm and slippery against my sweating forehead.

"Please. If you wanted to kill me you would have done so a long time ago. The Motherfucker wants me alive." That's right. Those 2 must have made a deal of some sorts. The Motherfucker kills Mugen in exchange for me. The Motherfucker does the heavy lifting and Bon keeps me alive and contained until he's done.