Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

509 Gus’s Return

(Jayden)

Gus steps out, his posture as straight as ever, his piercing eyes scanning the surroundings like he's still in charge of the world. He looks older-more weathered-but there's still that unmistakable aura about him. The one that tells you he's better off as your friend than your enemy.

I climb out of the car, my leather boots crunching against the gravel as I approach him. Viktor lingers by the driver's side, watching, his face as stoic as ever. Not even a hint of a smile. "Jayden," Gus greets me, his voice steady, calm, as if he's walking out of a board meeting instead of a federal prison. "I didn't expect you."

"Gus," I reply, my tone neutral. I'm not playing doting son. There's too much history, too much unresolved. "How was the hospitality?"

A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. "Let's just say I've had better accommodations."

Viktor steps forward, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Let's not linger."

"Very well." Gus moves towards the car.

I follow and get into the back with Gus.

Viktor gets us on the road quickly.

I glance at Gus. He's staring out the window, his expression relaxed. For someone who's just walked out of prison for treason, he doesn't seem rattled.

"So," I say, breaking the silence. "What's next for you, Gus?"

He turns his head slightly, his sharp eyes meeting mine. "One step at a time. First, I need a shower and to get into some new clothes."

"You know I want to know how... involved in all of the smuggling stuff you're going to be? You have a chance to walk away from it for good. Let the feds take it over."

didn't come out of prison to

glare at him. "If this is about Alejandro and his network, I want no part of

voice measured. "I'm not here to pull you into anything. I'll handle Alejandro. You

Global is yours. Take it back. I never wanted it

anymore, Jayden. It's yours. And it's

it. You ran it. It was your

already made it something bigger, something better. I'm not taking

not being able to let go. You've been chasing Don Alejandro for decades. When

the system is ever going to bring him down.

are cold and

his throat, his voice cutting through

into the penthouse's underground parking, and

home. I spend my evenings with the kids at

doors open and we all

I say, gesturing toward the guest suite. "Sorry, it's no

where I've been lately. I appreciate your hospitality," Gus says, his tone calm, almost

myself a stiff drink.

Viktor comes back, he doesn't sit. "You okay?"

up, then immediately regret taking my mood out on Viktor. "Sorry. It's just...

handle himself. You're not responsible for his

I say quietly. "But

It's... everything." I stop short of saying my best friend having sex with my wife shooting

sure he gets I mean