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

need to there and let my men take care of

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

Perfect.

hoodies, and heavy jackets. One has a tattoo creeping up his neck, and the other's got a scar

look more like the type you'd see hanging around

we need right

"Tito," he points at the guy

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

me a nod, his expression hard. "We got your

keep the edge out of my volce, I'm nervous, no

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

every surface. People linger on

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.

Tito

am sure

like hours, Winona suddenly leans forward, peering out

her gaze and spot Cass on the comer. She was talking to some men. I think some women are

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

react, Winona's already out of