Sydney's POV

Dylan pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. His face flushed red as he tightened his grip on the gun and repeatedly pulled the trigger like a fool.

The scene replayed in my mind for the umpteenth time that night. When Dylan left the car to give instructions to his men, I was the only one left inside.

I looked around and quickly removed the bullets from the gun with shaky hands. I hadn't planned anything, but I knew that if he could shoot, he would definitely be shot at.

And that was exactly what happened.

Understanding what was occurring, Tavon's bodyguards immediately produced their ammunition and mercilessly shot...