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.

to address the waiter. “We’ll talk and didn’t want

The waiter nodded.

you require anything, feel free to call

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

his gaze to Larry as he rolled

Whack!

unleashed a brutal blow, his

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

his fingers just as Tyrone

his knuckles connecting with flesh as he

swollen, black and

resilience, Larry extended his arm and successfully intercepted Tyrone’s punch.

casually wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling himself at Larry. They crashed to the ground in a

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