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 break. I get her out

there and let my men

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 chipped, the tires have seen better days, and there's a faint smell of cigarettes lingering in the air

Perfect.

a

the type you'd see hanging around a corner

we

driver says. "Tito," he points at

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them. They know the streets we're

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

say, trying to keep the edge out of my volce, I'm nervous, no point denying

Winona and I in the back, Mac driving, and Tito riding shotgun. Literally. We head across town, deeper into the hood than

cruise through the streets, the tension in the air grips me. The buildings here are rundown, graffiti covering almost every surface.

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

Tito grins and I wouldn't

swallow my nerves. I am sure out

what feels like hours, Winona suddenly leans forward, peering out the window. "There!" she says, her

talking to some men. I think some women are

got that tough-girl swagger, but even I can see through

I can react, Winona's already out of