I honestly kind of feel bad. This gang feels like a family to me considering how long It took me to infiltrate, learn everyones name then become friends with them and what not. I maybe just a little bit, feel bad.

I have done this before with the rigitony family and the weslo family but something about this one is different. Makes me feel as if i’m breaking up a household. Poor little bobby won’t get to see his father up close anymore just between bars.

And lila, oh buddy she was a doozy; will she stay with johnny or go to philip? We’ll never know since she’ll be in the back of a cop car soon.

Tears start forming down my cheek.

Oh and don’t get me started on uncle ronnie! He done some bad things but oh, is he the life of the party! I wipe my tears away and start to stand up to walk into the bar.

The doors swing as I walk through, people start saying hey and hello and all the other greetings. I stop walkin.

I can’t do this..

“What’s wrong buddy?” Ronnie asks me.

I can’t even look him in the eye. I’ve betrayed them!

Ronnie walks closer to me as I am frozen in the middle of the bar, he looks up to me with a concerned expression; making me feel like the bad guy, even though he’s the mass murderer.

“I’m sorry.” I sniffle out before I lift my head and shoot him in the face.

He falls onto his knees then falls forward. Everyone is in utter shock, jaws hitting the ground. My legs begin to shake as I too fall to the ground, grabbing and ronnie’s torso.

“I’m so sorry!” I yell.

Then I grab my revolver back into my hand and raise it towards my forehead.

I start sniffling my snot back up as I try to keep my hand steady on the trigger. “I am no better than a murderer myself.”

I whisper before my whole world turns into black.