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

and let my men take care of

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

Perfect.

jeans, hoodies, and heavy jackets. One has a tattoo creeping up his neck, and the

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

we need right

"Tito," he points at the guy in the

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160 into the Foy

see them. They know the streets we're

your back. Ain't

keep the edge out

riding shotgun. Literally. We head across town, deeper into the hood than Winona's

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

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

pretty boy." Tito

my nerves. I am sure out of my

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

was talking to some men. I

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

I can react, Winona's already out of the