Chapter 40: Son(2)[Bonus]
Mikey exhaled shakily, trying to keep his nerves steady, but his body betrayed him.
His fingers twitched as his breath hitched, and he could feel the sweat sliding down the back of his neck.
Son, out of habit, cracked his knuckles unconsciously—a reflex ingrained in him since childhood. His gaze flickered back to Mikey, who lay sprawled before him.
Around them, the entire gang stood frozen in stunned silence, their faces a mix of awe and disbelief. Mouths hung open, eyes wide with sheer bewilderment at what had just transpired. But Son wasn’t paying them any mind.
His attention was locked solely on Mikey.
And in that brief moment, as their eyes met, Mikey read everything—every intention, every thought—etched across Son’s face in a single glance.
It was a look of pure, unfiltered malice. A quiet, smoldering intensity that promised devastation. The way Son stood there, relaxed yet exuding an almost unnatural fierceness, sent a fresh wave of dread crawling up Mikey’s spine.
This was a guy who could break him without a second thought, there was no question.
Then it happened. Son took a deep breath, a slow inhale through his nose, and smiled.
"Oh, fuck." he murmured, tilting his head as if he had just realized something amusing.
"Oh, fuck. That must have hurt." He muttered as he took a quick glance at the unconscious Lil Jim. His voice was casual, almost mocking, but there was something terrifying about the way he said it. Like he truly didn’t care. Like pain was nothing but an afterthought to him. Mikey swallowed hard, his mind racing.