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.

want?” The tall man managed to muster his courage, his fear evident in his blunt

he dialed 911, determined

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

call, one of the tattooed men

the wall, shattering into countless pieces and littering the

face drained of color, trepidation gripping

employees decided to take action. The spiky-haired man quickly noticed and grabbed an

harsh blow to the

stomping forcefully

two remaining employees watched in horror