Evening Primrose (A Gay Mafia Story)

"How did I get here? Why am I like this? My head, it hurts..." Mateo was in a state of numbness with these thoughts as he inhaled rusty and metallic smells to his lungs. He could not see clearly, had a blur in his mind. All he knew was that he didn't do anything, he was completely innocent. However, the sight of the burly man standing in front of him nevertheless prompted him to apologize. His arms were bound to a chair in chains and his body was completely bare. It was dark and silent until the door opened and a man came in with his rattle shoes. His hair wasn't that less to be bald, but not too much to comb either. After that guy arrived, the big man that Mateo had first seen, bowed respectfully and went over to him. He grabbed his shoulder and made sure he was sitting tightly in the chair he was tied to. Mateo was feeling too lethargic to lift his head as the guy started talking "Mr. Garcia, give us what we want and get out of here, it is that simple. I'm asking you, where is that box? " Mateo's eyes were closing, he began to remember how he had come into this situation as he started to fall asleep