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.
Larry’s appearance at the police station to meet with Galilea had only confirmed Tyrone’s suspicions.
After Damon’s investigation, Tyrone discovered that Galilea had pursued
Larry during her university years. It meant something. But Tyrone still held on to a thread of hope in his heart.
After all, Larry was his brother! Someone that he had a deep respect for and loved dearly.
Why did Larry do it?
Yet, Larry appeared calm and composed next to Tyrone.

With circumstances having escalated to this point, Larry supposed Tyrone had already grasped everything. There was no point
in putting on an act and trying to conceal anything anymore.
What was done by night appeared by day.
When Sabrina started investigating the kidnapping case, Larry had prepared himself for the truth to surface.
Larry stopped and glanced in the direction of his car. His fist tightened and then Loosened.
His chauffeur had brought him here, but now Tyrone was instructing him to arrange for someone 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.
Larry’s appearance at the police station to meet with Galilea had only confirmed Tyrone’s suspicions.

After Damon’s investigation, Tyrone discovered that Galilea had pursued
Larry during her university years. It meant something. But Tyrone still held on to a thread of hope in his heart.
After all, Larry was his brother! Someone that he had a deep respect for and loved dearly.
Why did Larry do it?
Yet, Larry appeared calm and composed next to Tyrone.
With circumstances having escalated to this point, Larry supposed Tyrone had already grasped everything. There was no point
in putting on an act and trying to conceal anything anymore.
What was done by night appeared by day.
When Sabrina started investigating the kidnapping case, Larry had prepared himself for the truth to surface.