Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

eone else to drive his car back.

It was evident his chauffeur was under Tyrone’s control.

“Larry, please, get in the car.”

Tyrone opened the back door and gestured for Larry to enter.

His posture seemed relaxed, yet there was an undeniable force in every move he made.

Larry glanced at Tyrone and got into the car.

Tyrone got in after him, closed the door, and told the driver the address.

The driver acknowledged and started the car, heading toward the club. A heavy silence filled the car.

The driver sensed the tension in the air and didn’t dare make a sound.

He kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Tyrone’s body language and demeanor conveyed a deep sense of anger and frustration. He leaned back against the seat with his legs crossed. His eyebrows furrowed in a scowl, and his hands were balled into tight fists, causing his knuckles to turn white with the force of his grip.

A silent rage began to smolder within Tyrone, growing stronger by the minute. The intensity was almost overwhelming, threatening to consume his sanity.

appearance at the police station to meet with

Damon’s investigation, Tyrone discovered that

something. But Tyrone still held on to a

all, Larry was his brother! Someone that he had a deep respect for and loved

did Larry do

Larry appeared calm and composed next to

circumstances having escalated to this point, Larry supposed Tyrone had already grasped everything. There was no point in putting on an act and trying

done by night appeared by

the kidnapping case, Larry had prepared himself for the truth

glanced in the direction of his car. His fist

Tyrone was instructing him to arrange for someone else to drive his

his chauffeur was

please, get in the

and gestured for

posture seemed relaxed, yet there was an undeniable force in every move

at Tyrone and got into

after him, closed the door, and

the car, heading toward the

in the

his eyes fixed on the