??? POV
"Why are you here?"
I looked at the two men in front of me dead in the eye. Elliott Hillingham and Sante Di Laura, the head of the Vipers.
"I'd heard about your recent misfortune and came to offer my condolences at the loss," I said answering Sante as I held my poker cards close. A random girl was on my arm, occasionally running her fingers on my chest.
"You never offer anything nor come for poker when invited," Sante said as he too, focused on his cards. Elliot was quiet, almost not completely with us. There was noise around and I really questioned Sante's decision to have poker in the middle of a busy casino.
"What do you want?" Elliot finally asked looking up. I noticed the dark bags under his eyes and the unkempt state of his hair.
"You really let yourself go didn't you?" I asked chuckling. "Must be hard to lose all the money you did."