Alexander Richardson is a nineteen-year-old attorney in the making. He spent his childhood reading through his father's law books. When his parents were murdered and their killer was never found or convicted, Alex began focusing his entire being on finding and getting one man in jail.

Sergio Garcia-Marquez is undoubtedly not one of the best people. He's a gang leader with a bad temper hidden behind an army and he is probably the last person anyone would want to cross.

So what happens when Sergio takes a liking to the latest addition to his long lost of drug dealers - a list he usually couldn't care about? While Alexander begins to realise there's a fine line between good and bad, and two wrongs never make a right.

The Lord's Favourite dealer

"Wake up! Wake up!" I was abruptly woken by a pillow to my face and a body diving onto my stomach knocking the air out of me. 


I was too happy to be pissed at Jordan for the pillow as I hugged Ezra locking the seven-year-old in tightly. He laughed hugging me back before fighting out of my grip. 


"We're gonna swim!" He yelled jumping on my bed once I let him go. 


"Yeah! We're going to Claire's house. Get up!" Oliver shouted joining his younger brother. 


I turned over and laughed into my pillow. 


"Alex, wake up!" Ezra whined lying on my back. 


"I'm awake! Calm down!" I laughed as I turned over and he fell beside me on my bed as Oliver sat down. 


"Eat your breakfast before I call Mom and she'll come pick you up." Oliver and Ezra groaned but followed their older brother's orders and walked out. "You have to explain what the hell you were doing last night." Jordan narrowed his eyes at me. 


"I owe you no explanations." I mumbled staring at the roof. 


Chapter 34