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

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

thudded painfully against her chest as she clung to Brian, her face draining of color as she watched Leon advance, flanked protectively by his

they really doomed to die

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

give you a

you agree to be my woman, I’ll spare your

to control her rage, but with enemies closing in from

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

his eyes narrowing into dangerous

sliced

lesson I taught you back then? Want me to remind you, right here in front

sharp,

reddened with rage and humiliation as he