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 fuck up," Dylan replied.

Dylan was groaning and panting heavily. For a woman, my grip was surprisingly tight. I learned from ...