“You are a real s**t person.” I look at Matteo as he takes a drag from his cigarette,
“Who cares? Mom loves me more than you, you don’t even have a f*****g dad, and you’re just known to be the bastard son that nobody loves,” Matteo laughs.
“Whatever, Matteo. I may not be loved, but at least I’m not a spoilt little f*****g rat.” I smirk, and he grunts.
“f**k you.” He puts his cigarette into the ash tray, killing it, and he gets up, fixing his suit jacket.
“You’re just f*****g jealous that you didn’t get a pretty little girl to call your own.” He chuckles, and I shake my head.
“You are so beyond immature, that I cannot believe you are part of the mafia. You are useless to us, you do nothing but harass women every day, and f*****g waste money. You’re a waste of time and effort, and wh
