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

up is a far cry from the usual cars we're 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

Perfect.

in worn jeans, hoodies, and heavy jackets. One has a tattoo creeping up his

look more like the type you'd see hanging around

we need

says. "Tito," he points at the

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them. They know the

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

to keep the edge out

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

the streets, the tension in the air grips me. The buildings here are rundown, graffiti covering almost every surface. People linger on

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

Tito grins and I wouldn't call it

my nerves. I am

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

was talking to some men. I think some women are

tough-girl swagger, but even I can see through it. She's just eighteen, and she's

can react, Winona's already out of