Mateo Garcia
“Doctor Max, why does my leg feel so heavy? And I still can't move the lower part of my body.” I can't believe someone nearly made me a cripple. How the f**k is it possible to have someone shoot me, Mateo Garcia, in the dark, and get away with it?
All the bodyguards around me are fools. They are nothing but fools! They still can't find who the shooter is, but I know who it is. Hmph!! Once I get out of this bed, I will make that Hernandez bastard pay dearly for this. He must pay for spilling my blood. Blood for blood!
And why is this silly doctor staring at me as if I’m speaking a language he cannot understand?
“What! You need me to force your mouth open before you can give your lousy diagnosis?”
“I’m sorry, Mateo. The prognosis is not good. I don't even know where to st
