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.

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

The waiter nodded.

course, Mr. Blakely. Should you require anything, feel free to call

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

gaze to Larry as he

Whack!

Tyrone unleashed a brutal blow, his

as he staggered back, instinctively clutching his swollen and bloodied Lips. Blood marred his

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

his knuckles connecting with

swollen, black and

extended his arm and successfully intercepted Tyrone’s

the corner of Tyrone’s mouth. He casually wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling himself at Larry. They

on the sofa. Their hair was disheveled, their faces bloodied and bruised, and their bodies drenched