I DO NOT OWN REIGN.

Verona, Wisconsin.

No one really got any sleep that night. They were all worried about the retribution that was surly to come. Never the less, by the time that noon rolled around, everyone had their bags packed and they got into the El Camino. As Chris locked the door to the townhouse, he and Nathan shared a wistful glance. Before either could speak, Chris received a text on his phone and it was the one he had been dreading.

"Kings?" Nathan asked fearfully.

"Yep." Chris replied as he read the text out loud. "King Quixote, you are TOS Mofo! Gringos too."

"I'm going to miss this place." Nathan said sadly.

"Me too bro, but either we haul ass and live or stay and die." Chris replied as the two joined their friends in the vehicle. Chris and Nathan were in the seats while Mary, Francis, and Shawn were in the truck bed with the baggage. They pulled out of the driveway and drove away from their former home, never to return.

After 15 minutes of driving, the group pulled up to a familiar place: Duffy's Tavern. "What are we doing here?" Mary inquired as the guys got out.

"We've gotta get as far away from Verona as we can and to do that, we need money; lots of it!" Chris explained. "Duffy's true blue, he'll help us out for sure." He went up and knocked on the door. A couple minutes and a few more knocks later, Duffy unlocked the door.

"What are you boys doing here so early?" He asked.

"We're in deep shit with the nation Duffy." Chris explained as the bartender heaved a sigh.

"Shit!" He cursed. "Get your asses inside, hurry!" The group went inside as Duffy turned the lights on.

"We have to flee from Verona and would have the means to do so." Mary stated as Duffy shook his head.

"You need money." He clarified as he opened the cash register. "I have about 500 bucks and some change."

"Thanks Duffy, we'll pay you back when we can." Nathan vowed.

"Screw that, just make sure you get out of here in one piece." He insisted. As Chris stuffed the cash in his pockets, Nathan spotted a couple Latino men wearing black and yellow clothing coming towards the bar.

"Shit, a couple of Kings are heading this way!" He exclaimed.

"Get in the back of the bar, now!" Francis exclaimed as everyone ran to hide. As they made it to the back, they peered through the door to see the Latin Kings approaching Duffy.

"Bar don't open for a couple more hours." He stated.

"We ain't here to drink, ese." One of them said. "You know Chris Reyes and his boys?"

"Sure, they come in here a few times a week." Duffy replied.

"You seen them today?" the other asked.

"If I did, I wouldn't tell you." The bartender replied. "I gotta get this place ready, so would you kindly make a rocket and take off?"

"You know what?" The first Latin King said as he pulled out an Uzi. "We could use some bread, hand over your cash pendejo."

"The Hell I will." Duffy spat as the other Latin King pointed a switchblade at his neck.

"Yo, you wanna get cut?" He asked. "Fork over the loot."

"Fine." Duffy sighed as he reached below the counter and pulled out a crowbar that he kept around for just such an occasion. He smacked the knife wielding Latin King in the head with it and the douche went down. Unfortunately, it was the only shot Duffy got. The other Latin king fired his uzi and several round went into Duffy as he crashed into the glasses and bottles of liquor.

"Duffy!" Chris exclaimed as he was heard.

"King Quixote, you a dead man!" The Uzi wielded yelled as he rushed into the back. Chris was ready through and shot him point blank in the face with his revolver. The Latin King fell down dead. The boys crowded around Duffy as Mary picked up the crowbar and went over to the one with the switch blade.

"You can't escape the nation bitch!" He spat. "King Blade will have your ass!"

"And I will have your blood!" Mary growled as she brought the crowbar down on his head with a sickening thud.

"Duffy..." Nathan said as tears came to his eyes. The bartender chuckled as he was bleeding out.

"I had a hunch...you sons of bitches were gonna get me killed...one of these days..." he gasped as Duffy breathed his last.

"No...Duffy..." Shawn said as he wept for the humble barkeep. Mary dropped the crowbar and placed her hand in Shawn's shoulder to comfort him.

"Duffy was a good man." Francis said solemnly as Chris took off his badgers hat. "There's nothing more we can do for him. We have to leave before more Latin Kings come." The others nodded as they got in the El Camino and got back on the road.

NEXT TIME, THE BOYS TRAVEL TO ENEMY TERRITORY TO FIND ANSWERS. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.