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

his men, capitalizing on their superior numbers, began to encircle them, trapping them like fish

against her chest as she clung to Brian, her face draining

really doomed to die

meet her end tonight,” Leon

I’ll give you a

to be my woman, I’ll spare

to control her rage, 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 you makes

stormy, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as he

sliced

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

sharp,

with rage and humiliation as he lifted his