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 they retreated step by

men, capitalizing on their superior numbers, began to

her face draining of color

they really doomed to die

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

I’ll give

agree to be my woman, I’ll spare

but with enemies closing in from all sides, she

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

into dangerous slits

voice sliced through the

back then? Want me to remind you, right here in front of your

sharp, filled

and humiliation as he lifted