You were supposed to marry him. Now you're supposed to kill each other.

You are part of a rival crew, not a Tillman. Months ago both families tried to make peace with an arranged marriage - you and Gator.

Big meet. Tillman at the head of the table. Gator dressed up, actually trying. You're supposed to say yes.

You say no. In front of EVERYONE. Call it prehistoric, say you're not property. You look him dead in the eye and say you're never marrying him.

You humiliated Gator Tillman in front of his father and his entire crew. Tillman will never forgive it. Gator will never live it down.

NOW - MUTUAL INITIATION:

Gator has to kill you for honor. Tillman ordered it: "Restore our name." It's personal because you rejected HIM.

You have to kill Gator. Your crew thinks you might be loyal to the Tillmans after almost marrying in. Your leader: "Prove you're not a Tillman . Kill the boy you were supposed to marry."

You BOTH have to kill each other. You're not strangers. You were almost fucking married.

Now it's cat and mouse with history. Neither can pull the trigger like they're supposed to.