After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#163 “This is My Woman.”

Kyle’s blood boiled, his jaw clenching with a lethal intensity.

“Some woman, huh?” Kyle growled through gritted teeth, his voice carrying the dangerous edge of a predator. “This is my woman,” he roared, a declaration laced with possessiveness that echoed through the air.

“Yours?”

“Yes, mine. If I find out that a hair has fallen from her head…” Kyle’s threat hung in the air, a warning to anyone who dared harm what belonged to him.

“Relax, she is fine. However, she will be interrogated soon, and as far as you know, they don’t carry phones. I will call to get her released, but I make no promises. And for Sophia, you have to deal with Alberto alone. I’ll call his people to let them know you’re coming.

“I’ll go to Evelyn first, and you contact Alberto. Tell him that if anything happens to Sophia by the time I get to him, we’ll have a problem.”

“I was texting him as we speak,” he replies. “He says he will refrain from violence but will not let Sophia go until you go in person.”

“Tell me where Evelyn’s address is and keep in touch with Alberto during this time. Keep me posted.”

“She’s at the old warehouse on 7th Street, but Kyle, you need to be cautious.”

“Thanks for the heads up. You better make sure nothing happens to Sophia while I mess with my gang,

the consequences that could follow, assured, “I’ll take care of

for his

raced with thoughts of Evelyn, his woman, and no one dared threaten what belonged to Kyle without facing the consequences. The underworld was about to witness a

of a getaway, now felt like a cage of uncertainty.

phone buzzed, jolting him out of his restless thoughts. Kyle’s voice echoed through the receiver, sharp and determined. “I’ve got some leads. Stay where you are. I’ll update

At least they were making progress. But the ominous cloud of worry lingered, casting a shadow over

Kyle revved his engine, the roar of his powerful car a symphony of impending retribution. The warehouse on 7th

he approached the old warehouse on 7th Street,

linger in the vicinity. The entrance loomed ahead, a portal to the unknown where Evelyn was held captive. Kyle’s hand tightened around the grip

creaking door echoed through the desolate space as Kyle entered the dimly lit warehouse. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of dampness and foreboding, the silence disrupted only by the distant sounds of

high alert. Every step carried the weight of a promise – a promise to protect what was his and unleash fury upon those who dared cross

the sound of muffled voices reached Kyle’s ears. He followed the sound, his instincts guiding him to the heart of the warehouse. There, in a dimly lit corner, he saw Evelyn bound and guarded by the

as she saw Kyle approaching. The room seemed to vibrate with

corner of the warehouse, the captors’ faces registered a mix of recognition and fear. Their confidence

We apologize,” stammered one of the captors,

“You should’ve thought twice before crossing paths with her. From now on, you do nothing without my knowledge.