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- 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. To understand that you'd have to go back to the beginning, back to when the three of us ruled the neighborhood.