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

"No matter how many times you read it, it's still going to say the same thing." 


"Huh?" the word croaked from my throat as I looked up at Jordan when he walked in before my eyes followed his back to the book in my hands. I cleared my throat. "Oh..." I ran my eyes over the paragraph I had been reading for the past hour and realised I had not actually read a word of it. I had not taken a word in, I was halfway through the book and I had no idea what it was about. 


I swallowed as I closed the book and looked at the bed. 


He didn't look like himself, his skin looked drained, like he was the victim in a vampire movie. His head was wrapped in bandage and there were tubes everywhere from his nose to his wrist. He looked so vulnerable. His hands were cold when I touched them, they were never cold before. His hair was longer, and he had some stubble growing. 


Chapter 53