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 close as they retreated step by cautious

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

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

doomed to

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

I’ll give

agree to be my

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

thinking you could win a

face grew stormy, his eyes narrowing into

voice sliced through the

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

were sharp, filled

rage and humiliation as he