"I already have it... her. She's the reason why I'm here in the first place. I just don't know if she's still going to want me when I get out," Zeus replied. Then, feeling as though he'd over-shared, he closed back up again until Heracles, or whatever it was that he went by now, mentioned that name.
Zeus stiffened and frowned. He knew that name. He knew Tony DeLuca because what drug addict in LA didn't know that name? When he first had money to spend on good drugs, Zeus had used one of Tony's dealers but after that he'd used either other druggies looking for money or men who were loosely associated with DeLuca. He wasn't the only source of drugs in LA but he was a major contributor of them. And his men were just as brutal in their enforcement as the Crypts or Bloods or whatever else gang that was trying to make a mark on LA.
Why the hell would Tony DeLuca be interested in him? "Did he ask for me by name specifically?" Zeus asked, confused. Why would a man who was supposedly clean cut want to be associated with a client like him? It was all so strange and a tad unnerving. Not that DeLuca could do anything to him but he could cause trouble for Hera if he ever found out about her. Zeus cared not a whit for himself but he did care about Hera's well being.