CHAPTER TWELVELater that night…
Crunch was kneeled down before his grandmother’s dresser in front of a holy shrine made up of a portrait of white Jesus, a cluster of burning glass bottle candles and a crucifix that hung along the portrait. His head was tilted and his eyes were closed. His fingers were interlocked within each other as he whispered a silent prayer. He couldn’t believe he was going to raise his gun on a man he had deemed his blood brother. He and Ronny had been tight since second grade. They were together every single day. You hardly ever saw one without the other. It was as if they were joined at the hip. Now all of that history would be thrown away because tonight they would draw iron, not to defend one another’s lives but to take the other’s.
Crunch crossed his name in t
