Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Who are you?”

“Why did you hit him?”

Despite their intentions to assist, several more burly men burst in from the outside.

It was October, and the weather had become cooler, especially at night.

ALL the employees were wearing coats.

In stark contrast, the men who launched the surprise attack wore only short sleeves, revealing their inked and robust arms. The abundance of tattoos made it evident that they were gangsters, a group best left unprovoked.

The four employees found themselves in an unfamiliar and unsettling situation. Glancing at each other, they remained paralyzed with fear.

do you want?” The tall man managed

he dialed 911, determined to call

want to end up in jail? You’re trespassing and have assaulted one of my employees. You’ll face the

anyone answered the call, one of the tattooed men swiftly

crash, the phone smashed against the wall, shattering into countless

man’s face drained of

the employees decided to take action. The spiky-haired man quickly

swung the bar, delivering a harsh blow to the employee’s legs. The

the assault by stomping forcefully on his back with

employees watched in horror and