Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Bro, calm down.

“Who do you think you are, calling me ‘bro‘?” the man with the spiky hair retorted with disdain.

“Attend to your own affairs!”

“sir, if you persist in creating a scene, we shall have no choice but to ask you to leave,” the waiter cautioned.

With a haughty raise of his eyebrows, the man with the spiky hair advanced menacingly.

“What’s that? How dare you drive me out?”

The man to the left couldn’t resist joining the fray, gesturing at the waiter.

dare you treat Kody like this!

the man to the right chimed in, “Are

in an attempt to mediate the

cohorts remained unyielding, refusing

and swiftly made her escape from the tumultuous scene they had

initial strides toward freedom, Kody made an abrupt

beauty, do not be hasty in your

me!” Sabrina implored, her efforts to break free proving futile

while unyielding, lacked its usual commanding

on one condition: indulge me with a drink,“