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.

must have been

across from the restaurant, Tyrone gazed at Bradley with a grim

Why was Bradley there?

had no intention

eyes widened as he saw Sabrina pull out

recognized it as the men’s watch

a gift

Bradley would

arranged

chosen

Bradley had reciprocated with a present of his own. Such

fists clenched, his