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When my horrible ex kicked me out of our apartment, and refused to let me pick up my things... I called my brother’s best friend. Twenty minutes later, he showed up in a nice SUV with two bodyguards in black suits. The second my ex saw them, his whole demeanor changed. He was smug for half a second, then pale the next. He stepped back and nearly tripped over his own feet, as and my brother’s best friend said calm and cold, “Get out. She needs to pack her things.” My hands were shaking as I packed, but he watched from the doorway as his bodyguards waited outside. I finished packing, and he gently took the suitcase from my hand and carried it to the car. My ex was still in the front yard pouting, and when he opened his mouth again... My brother’s best friend turned to him and growled, “You lost the right to speak to her. She's coming to live with me.”