#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.”

played on Kyle’s lips as he absorbed the information. “Thanks for the heads up. You better make sure nothing happens to Sophia while

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

He reached for his keys, ready to unleash the fury that only someone like

no one dared threaten what belonged to Kyle without facing the consequences. The underworld was

a getaway, now felt like a cage of uncertainty. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the clock was ticking, and every passing second brought them closer to an

voice echoed through the receiver, sharp and

But the ominous cloud of worry lingered, casting a shadow over

of his powerful car a symphony of impending retribution. The warehouse on 7th Street awaited. Kyle’s expression was

streets. As he approached the old

a portal to the unknown where

lit warehouse. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of dampness and foreboding,

alert. Every step carried the weight of a promise – a promise to protect what was his and

sound of muffled voices reached Kyle’s ears. He followed the sound, his instincts guiding him to the heart

mix of surprise and relief as she saw Kyle approaching. The room seemed to vibrate with an unspoken understanding that her protector had

corner of the warehouse, the captors’ faces registered a

was yours. We apologize,” stammered one of the captors, his

twice before crossing paths with her. From now on, you do nothing without

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