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.

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

and his men, capitalizing on their superior numbers, began to encircle them,

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

they really doomed

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

I’ll give you a

to be my woman, I’ll spare

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

you ever check yourself out? A toad like you thinking you could win

into dangerous slits as he glared at

sliced

remind you, right here in front of your men, how a teenage

sharp, filled

reddened with rage and humiliation as he lifted