And Zeus wanted to smack that look again. He hated that shit eating grin thousands of years ago and he hated it now. A look crossed Zeus' face, one that was an extremely mild form of the one that used to melt a mortal's face and mind or make a mortal go insane. In a split second it was gone and Zeus turned back to his spaghetti.
"How you lived without knowing who Tony DeLuca was is nothing short of... let's just say you're damn lucky," Zeus murmured wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Tony DeLuca is, allegedly, one of the biggest mob bosses out there today. Allegedly. He has an operation that pushes drugs. I've bought from his men before. They see you out there messing with their operation, they will fuck you up. Word to the wise, hm? I don't like you. I think you're arrogant and you're full of yourself but...." Shit. The believer in front of him was still his son and Zeus had come to value his family more and more over the years. "But at the same time you don't deserved to get killed because of your stupidity. If you get killed now then that's fault. I can't say I didn't warn you."