My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“I’m fine,” he reassured her quickly.

But then, who was hurt?

Brian’s face clouded with concern as he spun around to check on Sanford, who was now clutching his lower back, his teeth gritted in pain.

“Sanford, are you hurt?” Brian asked.

Just moments earlier, Brian had shielded Rosalynn with his embrace, but Sanford had been their true bulwark, stepping in front of them and taking a bullet.

“Damn, it hurts like hell.

Luckily, I’m fine, Let’s just retreat first,”

Sanford grunted, his face ashen but his voice determined.

his eyes briefly meeting Rosalynn’s, filled with unspoken words, then nodded, holding her close as

superior numbers, began to encircle them, trapping them like fish in

painfully against her chest as she clung to Brian, her face draining of color as she watched

they really doomed to die

end tonight,” Leon

I’ll give you

agree to be my

enemies closing in from all sides,

thinking you could win a princess? Just looking at you makes

into dangerous slits as he glared at

sliced

Want me to remind you, right here in front

were sharp,

rage and