45– ‘Dad’

“I want to have a sit down.” Hunter said.

Hector King looked a bit worried and doubtful, almost as if he would refuse. “About what now?”

Hunter could match the change in Hector's attitude towards him over the phone to what he saw now.

“I think Angelo needs to go.” Hunter went on.

“Angelo?” King's skepticism was very clear now.

“Yes. Angelo.”

“Angelo as in capo, Angelo? The captain of loan sharks?” King responded in disbelieve.

“Yes. Him.” Hunter could see that King wasn't on par with his suggestion.

“The guy doesn't obey me. He is arrogant and disrespects me in front of his men and my people.” Hunter explained. “How do I lead with that?”

Hector King looked thoughtful. He then leaned forward and placed his forearms on his desk, his hands cupping his whiskey glass.

“Well, I think you've just been overdoing it a little.” King said bluntly.

Hunter frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You put his little soldier on top of the man, it doesn't work like that.

“And you don't want the men to smoke in t