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 held my breath as I walked around the car. 


Sergio mad was not something I wanted to see, especially right now. I glanced back at the house and smiled before I pulled the door open and reached to shake Sergio awake lightly. It was almost six in the evening, the sun was beginning to set. 


He stirred before he yawned and stretched. 


"Ah, I –" He stopped as his eyes opened and landed on me before they darted around the car. "Shit. Alexander, what did you do?" I moved back as he jumped out of the car looking at his watch, "Nine hours?! I have work – how could you let me sleep for –" he stopped as his eyes fell on the glistening lake. I watched his mouth part slightly as he ran his wide-eyes eyes up to the house. "It... This is the lake house..." he mumbled. 


"Yes." I grinned happy it had distracted him this much, his eyes didn't move from the house. 


Chapter 45