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.

Tyrone entered the room, he paused to address the waiter. “We’ll talk and didn’t want to be disturbed. We won’t be needing

The waiter nodded.

require anything, feel free

the hanger, then removed his jacket and loosened his tie, tossing it casually on the sofa.

lifted his gaze to Larry as he rolled his sleeves

Whack!

brutal blow, his fist connecting with Larry’s

reeling, blood gushing from his mouth as he staggered back, instinctively clutching his swollen and bloodied

Larry glanced at the blood on his fingers just as Tyrone delivered another powerful punch, the sickening thud echoing through the

connecting with flesh as

face became swollen, black

Larry extended his arm and successfully intercepted Tyrone’s punch. In a swift countermove, Larry retaliated with

casually wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling

hair was disheveled, their faces bloodied and bruised, and their bodies drenched in sweat. Their current state was in