Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone’s fists clenched with an iron grip, his bones seeming to turn translucent, the veins on the backs of his hands protruding Like mountain ranges, and a glint of malevolence shimmering beneath his gaze.

Larry’s words found a firm home in Tyrone’s beliefs.

Growing up side by side, Tyrone possessed an unparalleled understanding of Larry. Larry exuded a gentle, hesitant demeanor, and even though he harbored sinister intentions, the courage to enact them eluded him.

There had to be a puppeteer orchestrating Larry’s malevolent actions from the shadows.

Without Galilea, their Lives would not have spiraled into this abyss. Larry was undeniably entangled in this web of darkness.

Tyrone seethed with frustration, watching Larry’s inability to meet his expectations.

mentioned that your wife caught wind

Larry responded, raising his gaze and explaining, “She was hunted down by your men everywhere and

marks on his neck, which Lena had noticed,

voiceless, merely witnessing Lena’s torment and

whole truth, Larry felt a profound sense of

burden of secrecy

sneered, “She’s responsible for our grandpa’s demise

words, a sudden realization struck Tyrone and

“Grandpa’s death!”