Ryder's P.O.V
I pulled the trigger one last time, sending the only remaining alive member of the skulls down to the ground. I quickly ran over to him and checked his pulse.
Once I was satisfied with his non-existent pulse, I tucked my gun back into the waist and of my pants and wiped a sheen of sweat off my forehead.
My men were checking all their pulses to make sure they were really dead, before discarding of their bodies. We only lost a couple of men, and although they were criminals like me they were good men nonetheless.
It always hurt every time someone in the gang died. We're a family.
We look out for each, fight for each other. They always have my back and even thought I'm their leader they not scared of me. Sure they may fear me sometimes but they've been there through all
