#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.”

on Kyle’s lips as he absorbed the information. “Thanks for the heads up. You better make sure

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

a storm of determination in his eyes. He reached for

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

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 clock was ticking, and every passing second brought them closer to an

voice echoed through the receiver, sharp and determined. “I’ve got some

progress. But the ominous cloud of worry lingered, casting a shadow over the anticipated vacation that now seemed like a distant

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

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

The entrance loomed ahead, a portal to the unknown where Evelyn was

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

the labyrinth of crates and shadows, Kyle’s acute senses were on high alert. Every step carried the weight of a promise – a promise to

to the heart of the warehouse. There, in a dimly lit corner, he saw Evelyn

mix of surprise and relief as she saw Kyle approaching. The

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

We apologize,” stammered one of the captors, his voice laced

should’ve thought twice before crossing paths with her. From now

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