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

numbers, began

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

really doomed to die

meet her end tonight,” Leon taunted, his eyes fixed on Rosalynn with

I’ll give you

to be my woman, I’ll

to control her rage, but with enemies closing in

A toad like you thinking you could win a princess? Just looking at

stormy, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits

voice sliced through

Have you forgotten the tough lesson I taught you back then? Want me to remind you, right here in front of your men, how a teenage girl turned you into a punching

taunts were sharp,

reddened with rage and humiliation as he lifted his