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

I rushed into the emergency ward's waiting room with Sergio, Clyde and Ben in tow and found Jordan on the floor, covered in blood. His parents were on the seats looking broken. Oliver was on the floor beside Jordan. He looked at me glossy-eyed and distraught. 


"Oli." I knelt down. He shut his eyes leaning his head back against the wall. 


"Ezra." It was muffled because his head was hidden in his arms. I felt my heart stop, a sick feeling rising into my chest. 


"What happened – What happened to him?" I asked looking at Jordan. 


"He - he got -" he sobbed, "I-It's my fault - I - we were at the park and he - he wanted ice cream, but he wanted to p-play with the other kids so I told him to stay put, it - it was just across the road, I th - I thought I was close by... I was in the store and - and there – there were shots outside -" he broke down. 


"He... He got... hit?" My voice was so soft it barely made it out of my throat. He nodded. 


Chapter 39