Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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.

if Tyrone had taken the elevator from the thirty-second floor directly to the underground garage without stopping, the journey would have taken less

one of the

lacked the luxury of time for a

underground garage, his departure would undoubtedly have been rushed, given his drugged state and the fear

she proceeded to see if Tyrone’s vehicle

its place, Tyrone would remain concealed within the hotel. If the vehicle was

vehicle,

to be abruptly seized by a large hand that swiftly muffled her mouth and whisked her

in alarm, Sierra fought valiantly, yet her

had been attending

first week, Sabrina frequently picked her up. However, in the second week, Sabrina’s schedule left little room for these