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?”

unable to resist delivering a swift kick to

floor, staggering

a decision, I’ll head home for a rest

reached the door, Tyrone’s voice called out from behind him, “Stay home and be with your wife

before saying,

patiently waited in the office, her patience waning as darkness descended.

head from her book and inquired, “Why

The Tyrone before her was a stark departure from the one who

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