"I always knew you were more involved with the bastard than you let on, but…" Dante clicked his tongue. "I never thought you were the boss's son."
"Yeah… I'm not that happy about it either." Finn said.
Sighing, Dante got up to refill his coffee, taking the time to process what he heard. The boy kept the details to a minimum, but it wasn't that difficult to fill in the gaps.
Their first meeting happened because of the blue Juggernaut Dante bought a while back. He remembered the boy saying it belonged to his father, but something told him he wasn't talking about Jaguar.
The boy had his family ripped away from him. He had his skull split before he could hit puberty, and he was forced to work for a gang that kills people for the smallest inconvenience. He managed to escape somehow, but with that thing sticking out of the back of his head, he could never dream of living a normal life.
"You said you were on the streets for two years now, right?" Dante asked.
