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 let out a breath as I turned over but my eyes opened when my arm landed on a pillow. Where is he? 


"Good morning." I looked up and saw Sergio seated on the edge of the bed smiling at me. 


"How long have you been up?" I asked as I sat up. He leaned over and gave me a kiss quickly. 


"Long enough to notice that you chew in your sleep and mumble stuff about tigers." He chuckled giving me a look that asked why I was mumbling about that particular thing. 


"I like tigers... it... dream..." I mumbled, he smiled, "That's creepy, Sergio..." I said half jokingly and half because I felt like it was since he had just been sitting there watching me sleep. 


"Some would say it's romantic." He said. 


I laughed. "Some are pretty weird." He laughed as I spoke, "What do you know about romance, Sergio?" I asked. 


He smiled shrugging. "There is a lot of me you haven't seen, Alexander." He said. I was once again reminded how much I loved when he said my full name. 


Chapter 47