Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Why?” Tyrone broke the silence, his teeth clenched. “Why did you do it?” The question wasn’t explicit, but the meaning was clear to both of them.

After a prolonged silence, Larry chuckled.

“Why? I don’t know. Maybe it was just a whim.”

“A whim!” Tyrone seethed, barely controlling his anger

They both remained silent for the rest of the trip.

Once they arrived at the club, the waiter escorted them to a room. The waiter opened the door for them, extending a welcoming gesture.

“Please, come in.”

Tyrone gave Larry a stoic glance, and Larry entered the room.

entered the room, he paused to address the waiter. “We’ll talk and didn’t want

The waiter nodded.

Blakely. Should you require anything, feel free to

door. Larry watched as Tyrone hung his coat on the hanger, then removed his jacket and loosened his tie, tossing it casually

his gaze to Larry as he rolled

Whack!

blow, his fist connecting with Larry’s

Larry reeling, blood gushing from his mouth as he staggered back,

his balance, Larry glanced at the blood on his fingers just as Tyrone

connecting with

face became swollen, black

ounce of resilience, Larry extended his arm and successfully intercepted Tyrone’s punch. In a swift countermove,

from the corner of Tyrone’s mouth. He casually wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling himself at Larry. They crashed to the ground in a whirlwind of fury, Tyrone

Their hair was disheveled, their faces