74 Walker

“Should I call to a meeting da… boss?” Jacob asked. Carl Walker sighed.

“No,” he told his son. Carl had been married four times, and had nine children within those marriages, all daughters. He had countless mistresses during the years, they had given him even more daughters. The only son he had was the idiot sitting across from him in the limo. He was the result of one of Carl’s first pets. He had allowed the woman to carry his child full term, and it had been a son. But she had been the reason he made sure none of his pets would ever bear a child. He didn’t need that. Carl had ignored the boy for most of his life, thinking one of his wives or mistresses would give him the son he wanted. When that didn’t happen, he had gone in search of his long-lost son. Only to discover he was a moron that would probably never amount to anything. Walker was planning what to do with the business he had built on his own once he got too old to run it. One of his closest men had been blessed with a dau