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

"What's that?" I asked when I walked into the kitchen and found Jordan at the table reading a newspaper with a frown on his face, a fork in his hand. He had a plate of food right beside him. 


I glanced at the counter beside the stove and smiled at the plate of food. Jordan didn't usually cook, neither did I, but he has proven to be way better at it than I am. 


"A story about the shootout. They're labelling it as a robbery, the guy that got shot was just a really 'unlucky passing citizen'. It's complete bullshit, I drove by there on my way home, they were still cleaning up. You don't break into a textile factory and spill flour on your way out. How stupid do they think people are?" He said shoving the paper away from him. "Not to mention that that same factory gets burnt down a few weeks later, I bet the men that were moving – or stealing those drugs decided to take care of the rest of the evidence." 


"Huh..." I didn't know that that was the factory that burnt down... 


Chapter 35