Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“It’s done,” she announced, holding Bradley’s wrist and giving it a slight shake. “Is it comfortable?”

Bradley glanced at his wrist, smiling in satisfaction. “Perfect. I won’t take it off!”

Sabrina’s smile chilled, and she felt a sudden coldness creeping down her spine.

Was Tyrone nearby?

No, impossible!

A quick scan of the room confirmed his absence.

have been

coffee shop’s second floor, across from the restaurant, Tyrone gazed at Bradley with a

Why was Bradley there?

had no intention of

Sabrina pull out a box

washing over him; he recognized it as the men’s

it was a gift for

known Bradley would be there that

arranged

had she chosen to gift

reciprocated with a present of

fists clenched,