Scars Of A Broken Bond

She descended via the elevator to the subterranean parking, stepping out into the dimly lit expanse. Two vigilant sentinels stood watch at the exit.

“Have you seen Tyrone exiting just now?” Sierra inquired anxiously.

“No.” Both of them shook their heads.

“When did you arrive here?”

One of them consulted his wristwatch and replied, “Approximately 8:53 p.m.”

Her heart raced. When she realized Tyrone wasn’t in his room, she called Blayze at 8:50 p.m.

Upon receiving Blayze’s directive, the secretary had promptly dispatched his men to watch the area and prevent Tyrone from running away. A mere three minutes had passed.

from the thirty-second floor directly to the underground garage without stopping, the

Rivera, what’s amiss?” one of the

time for a detailed explanation and briskly walked

undoubtedly have been rushed, given his drugged state and the

to see if Tyrone’s

in its place, Tyrone would remain concealed within the

vehicle, its familiar license plate

pivoted and retraced her steps, only to be abruptly seized by a large hand that swiftly muffled her mouth and whisked

Sierra fought