Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 168

168 Into the Fray (Jayden)

As we head towards the hotel parking lot, Winona suddenly stops in her tracks. "We can't take that car where we're going," she says, her voice low but firm.

I glance at the sleek, black luxury sedan we rented. She's probably right. It stuck out like a dog's balls at Winona's old house.

"Okay," I say, pulling out my phone. "Let me make another call."

I dial my head of security, Gunner, who's used to handling all kinds of situations. The man's ex-military, special services. If there's anyone I trust to get us what we need right now, it's him. "Mr. Brennan," Gunner answers on the first ring. Always professional, always on point.

"Gunner, I need security. And a car that won't get us killed or robbed. Something that blends in where we're going. We need protection-people who aren't afraid to use force if necessary. I'll send you the location." There's a brief pause before Gunner responds. "Understood, sir. I'll arrange everything. Give me thirty minutes."

"It's urgent."

"Consider it done."

I hang up and turn to Winona. "Thirty minutes max."

'She nods and we wait. "I hope I can find her."

"I hope you can too. But, Winona, I don't want you doing anything stupid. You don't need to be out there alone."

"I won't do anything stupid."

she isn't about

to there and let my men take care of

nights and has come out the other side worse

Perfect.

are dressed down in worn jeans, hoodies, and heavy jackets. One has a tattoo creeping

you'd see hanging around a corner

what we need right

The driver says. "Tito," he points at the guy in

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160 into the Foy

see them. They know the streets we're

expression hard. "We got your back. Ain't nobody gonna fuck with you

keep the edge out of

back, Mac driving, and Tito riding shotgun. Literally. We head across town, deeper into the hood than Winona's old house

the streets, the tension in the air grips me. The buildings here are rundown, graffiti covering almost every surface. People linger on corners, eyeing our car as we pass, and there's an undercurrent of danger that's

can see the determination in her eyes. "Whatever you do, Jayden. Stay in the

right, pretty boy." Tito grins and I

swallow my nerves. I am sure

peering out the window. "There!" she says, her voice

to some men. I think some women are there

tough-girl swagger, but even I can see through

can react, Winona's already out of