Three young boys. One girl. Friendship, honor, love. An oath. Betrayal. It all ended up in murder.
There was only one rule in our neighborhood-never break an oath. But oaths are easy to take and damn hard to keep.
Now I'm staring at my best friend, lying on the floor in a pool of blood, my bullet in his gut. Where the hell did it go wrong?
To understand that you'd have to go back to the beginning, back to when the three of us ruled the neighborhood.
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