.

.

.

.

Sasha's POV

'Damn!" I exclaimed banging my fist on the table.

'Didn't you shoot at them right?" I asked furiously facing Ryan who sat head down on the couch, puffing out smoke through his nose and mouth, from the cigarette tucked between his fingers.

It's a shock the bullets didn't hit any of them…how did they do that?

We had fled the scene after Ryan shot at the three of them…

News just got to us that none of them is ...