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."

voice before. Hopefully she isn't about to

and let my men

in. It's a beat-up, old SUV, the kind that's been through a few rough nights and has come out the other side worse for wear. The paint's

Perfect.

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

the type you'd see hanging around a corner than a

what we

says. "Tito," he points at the

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won't see them. They

a nod, his expression hard. "We got your back. Ain't nobody gonna fuck with

say, trying to keep the edge out

and Tito riding shotgun. Literally. We head across town,

covering almost every surface. People linger on corners, eyeing our car as we pass,

But I can see the determination in her eyes. "Whatever

Tito grins and I wouldn't call

swallow my nerves. I am sure out

hours, Winona suddenly leans forward, peering out the window. "There!" she

on the comer. She was talking to some men. I think some women are there too.

even I can see through it. She's just eighteen, and she's

can react, Winona's already out of