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.

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

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

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

really doomed to die

tonight,” Leon taunted, his eyes fixed on Rosalynn with

give you a

agree to be my woman,

struggled to control her rage, but with enemies closing in from all sides, she decided she couldn’t hold

check yourself out? A toad like you thinking you could win a princess? Just looking

face grew stormy, his eyes narrowing into

voice sliced

you, right here in front of your men, how a teenage girl turned you into

sharp, filled

face reddened with rage and humiliation as he