After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

“Stay Out of My Way, or You’ll Regret It.”

Kyle pulled out his phone and swiftly dialed his relative’s number.

“Tell me you arranged the meeting with Alberto?” he demanded, his voice edged with urgency.

“Everything is ready, I’ll send you the address. Shall I call for backup?” came the prompt response from his relative.

“No, I’ll take care of him myself,” Kyle replied firmly, a steely determination evident in his tone as he ended the call.

With a sense of resolve, Kyle pocketed his phone and refocused on the task at hand. He knew that confronting Alberto would require all of his cunning and strength, but he was prepared to face the challenge head-on to ensure the safety of those he cared about.

Kyle’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as he navigated through the city streets towards the meeting point with Alberto. Every turn brought him closer to the confrontation he had been anticipating, the tension in the air palpable.

Beside him, Evelyn sat in silence, her eyes darting between Kyle and the passing scenery. The events of the past hours had left her reeling, her mind racing with questions and uncertainties. Yet, she trusted Kyle implicitly, knowing that he was her best chance of escaping the danger that loomed over them.

As they neared the address provided by Kyle’s relative, the atmosphere in the car grew heavier. The weight of the impending encounter with Alberto hung over them like a dark cloud, casting a shadow of apprehension over their journey.

as he parked the car outside the designated location. He glanced at Evelyn, his gaze unwavering

to me, and don’t do anything reckless,” he instructed, his voice firm but tinged with an

the car and approached the entrance

crackled in the air like electricity.

a calculated glance, Kyle spotted Alberto and his men lurking in the shadows, their predatory gazes locking onto their targets. The air thickened with hostility as the two groups faced off, each silently daring the other to make the

Alberto greeted with a smirk, his voice dripping with malice. “I

response was a silent glare, his muscles tensing in anticipation of the coming confrontation. He knew there would be no peaceful

someone close to me,” Kyle growled, his voice laced

aggression as they lunged forward to attack. The room erupted into chaos as fists flew and bodies collided, the sounds of grunts and shouts

shielding her from the onslaught of violence. With a quick and precise motion, he drew his gun as he took aim at Alberto’s advancing men. Shots rang out, echoing through the

cutting through the cacophony of battle. “I advise you to back down, otherwise our

to cease their attack. The room fell into

start a gang war because of this lawyer?” Alberto fumed,

resolve unyielding in the face of

retorted, his voice cold and unwavering. “This is about respect, Alberto. You

means nothing here, Kyle. You’re just a puppet in this city, and I pull