The Fourth of July dawned hot and ominous. The city was fizzing-ready to go off like a string of fire crackers. The big rumble was on.
It would take Papa Arnold's Family far from their Brooklyn turf. Before the night was out they would have to fight their way home. They would confront the city's dangers, its violence, its mysteries. They would rape and kill. But, above all, they would stick together.
They were brothers. The Family was the only family they had.