Scars Of A Broken Bond

Cesar’s heart was plagued by frustration and disappointment.

He had always considered himself a champion of justice, mourning Connor’s death deeply. Little did he anticipate that the very person responsible for Connor’s demise had been his own grandson

Tyrone clenched his teeth and struck the wall once more, Leaving his knuckles inflamed and his skin grazed.

“Damn you!”

Now, Tyrone understood Cesar’s peculiar will. It all made sense.

Larry gazed dejectedly at the ceiling. “Yes, I deserve it. Have you made up your mind about how to handle me?”

glanced up at him, unable to resist delivering

from the floor, staggering toward the

reached a decision, I’ll head home for

as he reached the door, Tyrone’s voice called out from behind him,

before

in the office, her patience waning as darkness descended. Finally, Tyrone

enter, Sabrina lifted her head from her book and inquired, “Why didn’t

her jaw dropped in astonishment. The Tyrone before her was a

bore several bruises, his hair was disheveled, his collar askew, his tie hung loosely over his chest and his suit was riddled