PEDRO
A large amount of water splashed on my face and I gasped, opening my eyes and waking up from the dreamy memory lane I was in. My face and body hurt like hell from the punches and the clubbing I had received from the tall large man. He was still standing before me and he held an iron bucket on his hand. I took deep breaths, and tried to stay in the moment. If he wanted me awake, then there had to be a reason for it.
Two other men were with us in the room and each of them held a gun in their hand. I looked at them but none of them looked at me back.
"What's this? You decided to bring your boys to the band?" I asked the talk man who was setting down the bucket now. He looked at me and slowly, removed his mask. When I saw his face, I understood why he wore the mask. A half of his fac
