We were both struggling. He was trying to pull the gun out of my hands with all his might while I struggled to keep my feet.
Jessica didn't get herself involved in our struggle. She stood up and kept yelling at Dylan to let go of me.
" Just give her the dang money Dylan "
"Shut the f**k up," Dylan replied.
Dylan was groaning and panting heavily. For a woman, my grip was surprisingly tight. I learned from the best after all.
"Give it to me. " He yelled while releasing the grip he had on me.
"Show your face b***h " Dylan was struggling to get the gun out of my hands and at the same time reveal my identity.
While we were struggling, he pressed my hands against the trigger and I fired a shot.
The sound of the shot tingled in my ears for seconds.
Who did I shoot? How did I fi
