“You gotta remember her. We played at her husband’s birthday party.” Matt proudly leaned against his car.
“You’re shitting me!”
“Fine, whatever you say.” Mat shrugged and set on the driver’s seat. “Get in, looser. Let’s give her a test-drive.” He nodded and put on aviator shades.
Ben was still impressed as he walked towards the car and opened the door.
“Watch it. This is tramp seat.” Matt spun the key on his finger. “Your’s is in the trunk.”
Ben flipped the bird at Leutte in reply and climbed to the front seat.
“So where’re we going?” Matt gave his buddy a questioning look as he started the car.
“Let’s hit the highway.” Ben chuckled.
Matt stopped the car and turned the radio off. About an hour and a half ago it got darker and started snowing. That was shitty. It’s gonna be cold as hell. Matt stubbed out the cigarette and got out of the car.
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He didn’t have time to go back home even to change. He and Ben spent the day driving around the city and highways. Babe was fucking awesome. Matt made sure he looked cool blocking the car and walked to the club entrance. Ben followed him. That moron was still wearing some crappy suit.
The bruiser knew them so Leutte put the keys in his pocket and shook his hand.
“Hola, how’s it going inside?” He fixed the sunglasses on his nose.
“See for yourself.” He opened the door. Ben stayed to chat with the bruiser for a while and Matt went inside.
Kick drum. Fucking kick drum meant that they were till checking.
“Hi there!” He heard suddenly from behind. The voice belonged to a Kitty that hugged Matt. Leutte grabbed her ass (she had a nice one!) and cuddled the girl.
“Are you nuts?” She pushed Matt harshly. “My boyfriend is here!”
Dumb bint. Why would she bring her boyfriend here? She knew Matt was gonna come. He shook his head.
“By the way,” Kitty continued, “He wants to meet you.”
“Na-ah.” Smirked Matt. “I’m not into that.”