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.

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

out his phone, he dialed 911,

in jail? You’re trespassing and have assaulted

of the tattooed men swiftly kicked the

smashed against the wall, shattering into

drained of color, trepidation gripping

one of the employees decided to take action. The spiky-haired man quickly noticed and grabbed an iron bar

and decisively, he swung the bar, delivering a harsh blow to the employee’s legs. The employee screamed in agony and collapsed, writhing

the assault by stomping forcefully on his back with his heavy

employees watched in horror and