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Verona, Wisconsin.

To say that everyone was tired as Hell after the previous night's events was an understatement. Everyone was still sleeping when Chris's phone starting to go off. He groaned as he looked over at it and when he read the text that he had received, he woke up pretty damn quickly. Chris got out of bed and quietly roused Nathan and Shawn our of their own slumbers.

"What's going on dude?" Nathan asked as the three assembled in the basement/pot garden.

"This is bad homies," Chris said with fear. "This is so fucking bad!"

"What is it?" Nathan inquired once again as Chris showed him the text from King 12 gauge.

"The blonde Gringo is TOS," Shawn read aloud. Termination on sight was the harshest punishment that the Latin Kings could dish out. When someone was marked for TOS, any Latin King or Queen that saw him had to kill him immediately.

"This is some sick shit man," Nathan said. "They marked Francis for TOS!"

"What did you expect?" Chris asked. "He cut off a King's hand, they don't take that shit lightly."

"He was just trying to protect Mary!" Shawn pointed out.

"They don't care," Chris wistfully replied. "He attacked a Latin King, King Blade wants his blood."

"This is bullshit!" Shawn exclaimed as he stormed out of the basement.

"I'm with Klaas on this one," Nathan added.

"So am I, but what can we do?" Chris asked. "If we say no, it's gonna be our heads on the block."

Verona, Wisconsin. A few hours later.

Mary could feel the tense atmosphere that had settled throughout the townhouse. Chris and his boys were all on edge and she noticed that anytime Francis spoke, they could hardly look him in the eye. Mary assumed that they were merely worried about retribution for Francis's actions at the party. She had no idea that King Blade sought her husband's life. After a quiet lunch, there was a knock at the door. Chris went to get it and saw that it was King 12 gauge himself.

"Shit!" Chris exclaimed as he turned to the Scottish Queen. "Take Francis in your room and stay there!" Mary made no objections as she and Francis went into the guest room and locked the door.

"What's up King Quixote?" King 12 gauge asked as the front door opened to him.

"I'm glad your here bro," Chris replied. "I wanted to apologize for last night..."

"It'll be taken care of soon enough," Chris's fellow Latin King assured him. "That's actually why I'm here, where's the homo?"

"I'm bisexual," Shawn clarified.

"Whatever, I need your help with something,"

"With what?"

"Don't ask questions gringo," King 12 gauge commanded. "Get your shit and let's go." Shawn looked to Chris who only gave him a shrug as the young man got his belongings and followed the King out the door.

"Fuck..." Nathan whispered.

A few miles outside Verona. 45 minutes later.

King 12 gauge drove Shawn outside the city and to a barren field of farmland. It had started to get cold as winter approached. They got out and Shawn noticed that 12 gauge brought along a shovel. They walked for a few minutes until he said stop.

"Here's good," he stated as he handed Shawn the shovel. "Start digging."

"What?" Shawn asked.

"5 feet wide and 3 feet deep," the King added. "The shovel is your measuring stick."

"What am I digging, my grave?" Shawn asked as he made an attempt at dark humor.

"Not yours," he clarified. "Blondie's." Shawn was filled with horror as he realized that he was digging Francis's grave.

"Francis..."

"And you better hurry, they said it's gonna snow day after tomorrow." Shawn wanted to protest, but he knew that would only get him a beating, so he started to dig. The ground was hard because of the cold so it took almost 5 hours before it was ready.

"There," Shawn said as he gasped for breath. "One grave ready for filling, can I go now?"

"One more thing," King 12 gauge said as he took the shovel from Shawn's dirty hands. "Tomorrow, you need to babysit Blondie then at 7, you bring him here and I'll take care of him." Babysitting was a cruel action amongst gangs. It was the act of gaining the trust of someone who was marked for death; getting them to let their guard down so when they were killed, they wouldn't see it coming.

"No way, get someone else!" Shawn exclaimed.

"King Blade requested your specifically," 12 gauge replied. "He saw you two being buddies last night."

"Fuck that, I ain't doing it!" Shawn yelled as he was thrown up against the car.

"I didn't ask you a question," the Latin King growled. "I told you what's gonna happen. If he isn't here by 7 PM tomorrow, you're both gonna go in the hole and you ain't gonna get out of it!" Shawn felt sick as he was driven back to Verona. How was he supposed to set up his friend to be murdered?

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