Boss from another world

Eventually they reached the back of the store which was a clutter of boxes and other random things like tools, magazines and old newspapers. Dante was then led through a side door that lead into a sitting room. A red oval shaped rug was placed in the middle of the room with a small coffee table on it surrounded in a semi circle of arm chairs. The man that left him here walked to a leather chair before collapsing into it with a sigh whilst propping his cane against the armrest. Looking back at Dante he gestured to sit on the chair in front of him compling Dante sat opposite the old man and waited.

"So this may be a late introduction but I'm Martin Freeman." Martin said as he laid back on his chair. Dante stayed silent as he kept his eyes locked on the dimmed ice blue eyes that were staring back from the aged worn face in front of him. "Dante you do know it's polite to return the favor of introducing yourself it's just normal manners." Martin grumbled.

"Why?" Dante asked.

"Why what?" Martin said confused.

"Why are you doing this you obviously aren't going to be doing this for my sake and you certainly dislike Reaper so why are you looking after me?"

Martin sighed. "To tell you the truth I don't want to look after you but Reaper called in a lot of favors and that's why." He said tapping his fingers on the armchair.

"I see." Dante replied before allowing silence to grow again in the room. The green wall paper and oak coloured wooden floor attracted Dante's attention as he had a proper look around the room. A bookshelf was to his right it was neatly stacked with books with a small clock on the top shelf and with the shop door behind him with a fireplace to his left the room felt rather cozy.

"Though I didn't expect him to drop off a pussy assed bitch." Martin sneered as he grabbed Dante's attention back.

"The fuck you talking about." Dante said quietly trying to keep his voice level.

"You know Reaper he told me about you the little bitch that keeps having nightmares or something and keeps crying afterwards." Martin jeered with a smug smile.

Dante was seething "old bastard I would like to see you be dumped into a new world with people dropping left and right." He said with a slight edge in his tone.

"Ah fuck it I've had enough of life kicking me around no one will miss this old geezer." Dante thought with venom as he held the knife in his pocket drawing it out ready to press the button. Heat streaked from his chest as his breathing grew heavier. His vision focused solely on the smug asshole in front of him as he prepared to leap over and stab the bastard. Palms sweating slightly. Martin smile turn to one of mockery as he leaned forward and put his hand under the coffee table. That action set Dante off as he kept from his chair blade drawn with a flick. Burning with rage blood pumping in his ears everything was falling into place until.

Click. That one sound put the rage out of Dante like a fire being submerged in cold water. Swallowing his rage he stared down the barrel of the revolver in Martin's hand with the hammer cocked back and Martins finger on the trigger. "How about you put the knife down boy." Martin said with a cocky smile that rekindled Dante's anger reluctantly he folded the knife and put it back in his pocket. "Good now why don't you go on upstairs there is a bath waiting for you."

Dante started to leave thinking very dark thoughts as he approached the door way he clenched his right fist before punching the wall yelling "Fuck!" Before stomping his way through the hallway and up the stairs.

"Who the hell was that!?" A young woman shouted from another room.

Martin chuckled "our emotional mess uh I mean our esteemed guest."

"Lord almighty why didn't you let me see the guest first?" She sighed as she walked into the living room.

"That is because it would take all the fun out of it." Martin laughed as he lent back in his chair and closed his eyes. "Gave me a real head case didn't you Reaper." Martin thought as past memories resurfaced.