#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 nothing happens to Sophia while I mess with my gang, or I’ll personally dismantle everything

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

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

belonged to Kyle without facing the consequences. The underworld was about to witness

the anticipation of a getaway, now felt

voice echoed through the receiver, sharp and

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

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

approached the old warehouse on 7th Street, shadows danced along

presence commanding the attention of anyone who dared linger in the vicinity. The entrance loomed ahead, a portal to the unknown where Evelyn was held captive. Kyle’s hand tightened

creaking door echoed through the desolate space as Kyle entered the dimly lit warehouse. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of

Kyle’s acute senses were on high alert. Every step carried the weight of a promise – a promise to protect what was his and unleash fury upon

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

Kyle approaching. The room seemed to vibrate with an unspoken understanding that her

As he stepped into the dimly lit corner of the warehouse, the captors’

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

icy gaze bore into them, his expression unforgiving. “You should’ve thought twice before crossing paths

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