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.

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

on their superior numbers, began to encircle them, trapping them like fish in a

her face draining of color

really doomed to

will meet her end tonight,” Leon

I’ll give you

you agree to be my

her rage, but with enemies closing in from all sides,

toad like you thinking you

face grew stormy, his eyes narrowing into dangerous

voice sliced through the

Want me to remind you, right here in front of your men, how a teenage girl turned you into a punching

taunts were sharp, filled with

reddened with rage and humiliation as he lifted