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 nodded, holding

on their superior numbers, began to encircle them, trapping them like fish in a

she clung to Brian, her face

really doomed

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

give

to be my woman, I’ll

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

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

eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as he glared

voice sliced through the

me to remind you, right here in front of your men, how a teenage girl turned

taunts were sharp, filled

with rage and humiliation as he lifted his