"What's going on?" He asked as the men approached him.
"The young man is here again," one of the men replied.
"Let him in, let him in" he ordered.
"Anything the matter?" She asked as she looked at his face.
"No, calm down, it's just a slight issue" he assured.
The men walked in with a young man dressed in a white short sleeve top and black pants. He was sweating profusely like one who had been in a tussle. His dress was rough and his face was hardened like a stone.
"What is it, young man?" Mateo asked as he puffed out smoke from his mouth.
"You need to stop stepping foot into this property!" The young man screamed.
"Really?" He chuckled.
"This place doesn't belong to you! You don't have the right to step foot on this property!" He yelled again.
"I guess your father didn't lecture
