#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.”
A sinister grin played 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 you’ve built.”
The relative, well aware of the consequences that could follow, assured, “I’ll take care of it, Kyle. Just get there fast.”
Kyle ended the call, a storm of determination in his eyes. He reached for his keys, ready to unleash the fury that only someone like him could muster.
His mind raced with thoughts of Evelyn, his woman, 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 center.
Meanwhile, 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 clock was ticking, and every passing second brought them closer to an unknown danger.
Alexander’s phone buzzed, jolting him out of his restless thoughts. Kyle’s voice echoed through the receiver, sharp and determined. “I’ve got some leads. Stay where you are. I’ll update you soon.”
Relief washed over Alexander as he hung up. At least they were making progress. But the ominous cloud of worry lingered, casting a shadow over the anticipated vacation that now seemed like a distant dream.
Back in the city, Kyle revved his engine, the roar of his powerful car a symphony of impending retribution. The warehouse on 7th Street awaited. Kyle’s expression was steely, his eyes reflecting a dangerous resolve.
Kyle’s car tore through the city streets. As he approached the old warehouse on 7th Street, shadows danced along the weathered bricks.
Parking his car with a screech, Kyle stepped out, his 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 around the grip of his concealed weapon as he approached, a storm brewing in his icy gaze.
The creaking door echoed through the 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 sounds of the city outside.
As he navigated through 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 protect what was his and unleash fury upon those who dared cross that line.
Suddenly, the sound of 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 bound and guarded by the thugs.
Evelyn’s eyes 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 arrived.
Without 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 of recognition and fear. Their confidence wavered as they came face to face with the notorious figure they had unwittingly crossed.
“Mr. Vitali, we didn’t know she was yours. We apologize,” stammered one of the captors, his voice laced with trepidation.
Kyle’s icy gaze bore into them, his expression unforgiving. “You should’ve thought twice before crossing paths with her. From now on, you do nothing without my knowledge. Understood?”
The captors nodded frantically, their apology coupled with an unspoken understanding of the grave mistake they had made.
Kyle wasted no time. He approached Evelyn, who looked at him with astonishment. Gently, he untied her restraints, his movements deliberate yet filled with a quiet intensity. Without a word, he pulled her to her feet and led her out of the corner.
As they made their way through the warehouse, Kyle maintained an air of authority. The captors parted like the Red Sea, unwilling to incur further wrath from the formidable man in their midst.
Outside, Kyle guided Evelyn to his car. He opened the door for her, and as she stepped inside, a sense of safety enveloped her.
Kyle slid into the driver’s seat, his movements swift and purposeful. As they left the scene behind, Kyle’s focus remained unwavering, his mind already racing towards the next mission – saving Sophia.
Evelyn, her emotions still in turmoil, couldn’t hold back her questions any longer. “Who were those people, Kyle? What’s happening?”
“Now is not the time for questions, Evelyn. Sophia is in danger, and that’s all you need to know for now. I’ll explain everything once we get her to safety,” Kyle replied, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
Evelyn’s shock deepened upon learning that Sophia, too, was in peril. They drove in tense silence, the city passing by in a blur.
