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.

What do you want?” The tall man managed to muster

phone, he dialed 911, determined to call

trespassing and have assaulted one of my employees. You’ll face

anyone answered the call, one of the tattooed men swiftly kicked the phone

smashed against the wall, shattering into countless pieces and

drained of color, trepidation gripping

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

blow to the employee’s

stomping forcefully on his back with his

watched in horror and dared