"So? You gonna say why it took you so long to show your face?" Dante said. "Pretty sure I made myself clear."
"I needed time to recover, you know?" Riot replied.
"I thought you could heal yourself?"
"And that consumes energy. The kind you can't get from a normal source."
Dante stared at him for a moment, then stood up.
"You drink?"
"Sure."
Walking up to the small fridge, Dante grabbed two cold cans, tossed one to the big guy, and went back to his seat. Taking a few gulps, Dante turned his gaze forward.
"You gonna explain what kind of mess you got yourself into?"
"It wasn't a big deal until you stepped in," Riot replied. "Basically, they came to me when I moved here. I needed a bunch of money, and they were paying nicely."
"You were the boss of a big gang. How the hell were you broke?"
"Most of my guys are either dead or got arrested. I had to take care of their families."
"Hmm... didn't think you were that kind of guy," Dante said.
