43: hell hound

Chapter 43:

Pov: Andre

Leon sat to my right on the conference table, looking at me like I had kicked his grandmother and stolen his cat. He was cross because he was supposed to be kicking back with his girlfriend and getting some ass during this period but the attack had all but cut his vacation short.

He was a cold blooded killer, but here he was, practically sulking like a child because I had interrupted his date week.

Sue me. He knew what he was getting into when he accepted to be my consigliere and besides myself, there was no one else I could count on to keep things up to speed and running.

We needed a new runner, and because I didn't trust anyone but myself and Leon to get the job done on acquiring a new runner to my taste, I had to sit down for hours, listening to the bulk of applicants that were spineless and fidgety.

We also needed a new dealer, seeing as the last one thought he had enough balls to shoot at me in public.

Obviously, he hadn't gone and done it himself, he had