#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

that could follow, assured, “I’ll take care of it, Kyle.

reached for his keys, ready to

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

anticipation of a getaway, now felt like

receiver, sharp

Alexander as he hung up. At least they were making progress. But the ominous cloud of worry

car a symphony of impending

through the city streets. As he approached the old warehouse on 7th

anyone who dared linger in the vicinity. The entrance loomed ahead, a portal to the unknown where

was thick

weight of a promise – a promise to protect

the sound, his instincts guiding him to the heart of the

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

word, Kyle moved with the grace of a predator. As he stepped into the dimly lit corner of the warehouse, the captors’ faces registered a mix of recognition and fear. Their confidence wavered as they came face to face with the notorious figure

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

them, his expression unforgiving. “You should’ve thought twice before crossing paths with her.

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