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.”

for the heads up. You better make sure nothing happens to Sophia while I mess with

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

his eyes. He reached for his keys, ready to unleash the fury

and no one dared threaten what belonged to Kyle without facing the consequences. The underworld was about to witness a storm, and Kyle was the tempest at its

Alexander continued to pace at the airport, his worry escalating with each passing moment. The airport, once filled with the anticipation of a getaway, now felt like a cage of uncertainty. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the

phone buzzed, jolting him out of his restless thoughts. Kyle’s voice echoed through the receiver, sharp and determined. “I’ve

they were making progress. But the ominous cloud

of his powerful car a symphony of impending retribution. The warehouse on 7th

he approached the old warehouse

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

was thick with the scent of dampness and foreboding, the

on high alert. Every step carried the weight of a promise – a promise to

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

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

uttering a 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

we didn’t know she was yours. We apologize,” stammered one of the captors,

“You should’ve thought twice before crossing paths with her.