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.

unspoken words, then nodded, holding her close as they retreated step by

numbers, began to encircle them, trapping them like fish

her chest as she clung to Brian, her face draining of color as she watched Leon advance,

doomed to

beautiful woman will meet her end tonight,” Leon taunted, his eyes fixed on Rosalynn

I’ll give you a

my

closing in from all sides, she decided she couldn’t hold back

A toad like you thinking you

grew stormy, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as he

voice sliced through

taught you back then? Want me to remind you, right here in front of your men, how a teenage

sharp,

face reddened with rage and humiliation as he