Novel & Cerita Mikey's Brother Tokyo Revengers

I swallowed reflexively, feeling a muscle tick in my jaw as I stated down at him, my hands forming fists by my side that we both pretended not to notice. If I gave her the court I could take it back whenever I wanted. Right? When I found a way to get rid of her without losing Elena in the process. “Have I ever failed you? Mikey?” I whispered, watching something tight fit across my brother’s crystal blue eyes before he shook his head, his gaze moving to stare at something in the distance before flickering back to me. “No…not yet.”

But what help would that do? “Hey, are you okay?” A male voice said to me. I looked up to see a young man, with a hidden face. He wore an overly large black hoodie, the hood hanging over his head. He pulled it back slowly, revealing his round chin, large nose, and dark brown eyes. It was Mikey, Brooke and Damon’s little brother. I stood up quickly, not wanting to appear weak. “I’m fine.” “You don’t seem fine,” he said. I forced a smile.

It was Mike’s turn to order his sister. Mika was also playing a game. Her face became sullen when she heard her brother’s order. “Mike, I’m playing too. Didn’t Mommy tell you to?” Mika protested without moving from her seat. “It’s just a baby game. You won’t die if you leave it for a while.” Mike tapped the screen of the phone in his hand even more intensively. “Akh!” An exclamation came out of Mike’s mouth. The character he was playing was shot by the opponent. He paused for a moment staring at the screen as it changed appearance.

Miku whispered to her brother, who looked at her. "You should be back on Saturday at noon, right? Alright, you tell Papa so we can go sightseeing in Palawan," Shuji replied to his sister. Miku gave her brother an okay sign. Shuji just ruffled his sister's hair. "Brother!" Miku screamed, making everyone look at them. "Shit! Shuji, you messed up her hair, gay..." the gay manager called to their hairdresser. "Big brother!" Miku said smugly to her brother, making her sneer.

Enough so I remained on edge. Mikey and Zephyr were my most trusted men, Capos who’d been in my family’s employ for twenty years. Now they servedunder me. I’d tasked them to try to gather information on why I’d been framed, including learning if there was another player in town. What they had already determined was that Liam Voltair was out for blood, already making ridiculous statements about seeking revenge.

Ricky mused. I pulled out my phone and flipped through photos of the family, pausing at a picture of Nik throwing one of Mikael’s kids up in the air. I had taken the picture and I was proud of it. What can I say? It was a really good shot. “That’s Nik. He’s my older brother.” Relief flooded Ricky’s face. “Oh! That explains it! That Morpheus guy is your brother’s friend, right?” I couldn’t stop the burst of laughter which escaped from between my lips.

He was my only family other than Diana that was left. Tears fell from my eyes. Mike was not the same boy from two years ago. The boy who was eager to kill them. Make them pay with their blood. That boy was long gone. The boy that I was looking up to. I crouched down and grabbed his shoulder. "Serve and protect. None shall be left behind." His eyes flashed with recognition. "Our moto." He squeezed his eyes shut. "Yes, brother. If I leave that creature alone, then the meaning for our moto will be useless."

The Luna sighed, picked the bracelet back up, and slid it on again, thoughtful. "Why haven't I heard about this? Which lucky wolf is it?" I pressed my lips together and gave his name. "Graham Lyall. Your second son." At that, the Luna sat up straight. She had two sons. The elder was Damien Lyall, who carried the Lycan bloodline and would be the next Alpha. The younger was Graham Lyall, solitary by nature and a formidable fighter.

“I don’t trust you either, so here is what is going to happen. Your little brother is going to accompany my friend in and he will see for himself that she is alive. Only then will I give you the drive.” He eyed me warily but agreed. I nodded at Mikhail and he turned on the safety of his gun as he walked towards Ivanov’s brother. I knew there would be other men in there but I also knew that Mikhail could handle himself, especially with a crowd. He was great at fighting and had no qualms about killing whoever he thought was a threat. We stayed staring at each other until I got a text from Mikhail that Brielle was alive but he had not gotten her yet. He only got a glimpse of her.