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.

with unspoken words, then nodded, holding her close

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

face draining of color as she watched Leon advance, flanked protectively by his

doomed

meet her end tonight,” Leon taunted, his

I’ll give

you agree to be my

closing in from all sides, she decided she couldn’t hold back

A toad like you thinking you could

eyes narrowing into dangerous slits

voice sliced

tough lesson I taught you back then? Want me to remind you, right here in front of your men, how a teenage

taunts were sharp,

with rage and humiliation as he