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

need to there and let

driven around in. It's a beat-up, old SUV, the kind that's been through a few rough nights and

Perfect.

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

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

we

says. "Tito," he points at the

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see them. They

"We got your

keep the edge out of my volce, I'm

driving, and Tito riding shotgun. Literally. We

tension in the air grips me. The buildings here are rundown, graffiti covering almost every surface. People linger on corners, eyeing our car as we pass, and there's an undercurrent of danger that's impossible

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

lady got that right, pretty boy." Tito

nerves. I am sure out

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

Cass on the comer. She was talking to some men. I think some women are there too. They could just be older

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

Winona's already out