Loser

“What is the fucking playboy doing here, Bro?” Matthew whispered straight in Mike’s ear.

“How can I know?” He answered honestly and shrugged helplessly.

“If you don’t know, then you should find out before we pound him. Or do you want me to fuck you up first?”

“Relax, bro. He is just my little cousin!”

“Collect your brain cells and use it! He is a well-known playboy, who changes girlfriends more often than his cars.” Matthew knew this would speak to him immediately. Pictures of his cousin in new luxury cars appeared in the tabloids every three-four weeks on average. “Do you want her to be hurt?”

“Of course, I don’t!”

“We have to join forces and get rid of the playboy as quickly as possible.” Matthew had a plan and he was going to put it into practice, but he needed help.

Both of them moved a little from the talking group of people to be able to have a private conversation.