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."

this tone of voice before. Hopefully she isn't about

let my men take care of

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

Perfect.

heavy jackets. One has a tattoo creeping up

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

what we need

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

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be others, you won't see them. They know the streets we're

hard. "We got your

to keep the edge out

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

the air grips me. The buildings here are rundown, graffiti covering almost every surface.

on Winona's hand, and she squeezes back, giving me a reassuring look. But I can see the determination in her eyes. "Whatever you do, Jayden. Stay in the car because these motherfuckers will

got that right, pretty boy." Tito grins

my nerves. I am sure out of my

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

comer. She was talking to some men. I

swagger, but even I can see through it. She's

Winona's already