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

"Look at me, Alex!" He called. I watched him do a couple of tricks with the ball before he stopped and smiled at me. 


"That so cool, Ezra!" I said genuinely surprised. He grinned beaming. He was so young and he played better soccer than most of the people in my high school soccer team did. "When did you learn that?" 


"Um, the other day. I was watching TV." He said a little shyly. 


He kicked the ball back over to me. We were in the backyard just kicking the ball back and forth and sometimes trying to take it from each other. Jordan was taking a shower, I think. Ezra and Oliver had been sleeping over and this morning I dropped Oliver off at the mall so he could hang out with some of his friends. I looked up as the doorbell rang. 


"I've got it!" Jordan's shout came from inside the house. 


Chapter 38