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

"Why the hell did I let you talk me into that shit?" I hissed feeling my head throb as I gave up trying to get out of bed. 


"Aw, the hangover will pass. You were a hit." Shiloh ruffled my hair. "And you had fun." 


"What's the point if I can't remember anything?" I asked annoyed as I took the tablets Claire held out to me and swallowed them before I thanked her and took the glass of water from her other hand. 


"Oh, I have a lot of memories, Alexander." Shiloh waved his cell phone. I rolled my eyes. 


"I'm just incredibly shocked Jordan was the one who threw up and not you." Claire said. 


"I probably drank twice as much as he did." Jordan said with a shrug. 


I grabbed my phone as the noise began to blast but I sobered a little when I saw the name. I looked at Shiloh. 


"Oh yeah, Ser- Diego called." he said. 


"Yes, you were talking to him but you got distracted by this guy –" He laughed and I felt my heart drop, "Don't worry, I handled it." 


Chapter 49