The Drug Lord (Under Rework)

Chapter 1:

~ Hey it's the Author here I just wanted to say a few things before you start reading.

This story includes a lot of very strong and possibly triggering topics that will come up without any warning. These topics are all listed at the bottom of the book's description so please look if you haven't already :)

Please note that this story is currently under heavy editing - some chapters might not line up perfectly/some details might be counteracting each other until this process is completed.

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Even as a High School Senior, there was still a lot Jack didn't know about his own family. The most he had ever gotten out of his father was the title of "Professional Gambler" which translated to blowing all of their savings on Poker games and slot machines. His mother did mostly volunteer work, never taking on a long-term job which always surprised him, she had such a motivation to work especially to try and keep up with her husband's spending habits yet she never stayed in the same position for long.
Though Jack believed this was how every family functioned - he never really made friends in school so he had no one else to really compare his own dysfunctional family to. The only thing that ever set off red flags for him was his father's desire to teach Jack how to shoot a gun, which was something his mother always stopped from happening. Sure his parents had arguments that resulted in his father disappearing for the night but that's how every family functioned... right?

Jack sighed as he came to a stop at a crosswalk, he hated having to walk home from school but yet again no one had remembered to pick him up from school after his Theater Club Meeting. Even though he was technically counted as an adult now, his parents refused to allow him to drive nor did they have the money to buy him a car. Jack found himself walking home alone on most days because neither parent remembered to pick him up from school and riding the bus was a nightmare.
Being a Theater kid with a dead-beat father made you a walking target for countless bullies.

The roads were oddly quiet this particular afternoon, Jack humming quietly to the music playing in his earbuds as he waited for the crosswalk sign to change green.
Before he could react a black van came to a screeching stop in front of him, men jumping out and shoving him inside. Jack hit the floor of the van hard, the wind getting knocked out of them as the men jumped inside and the van went speeding off down the road. Something that felt like zip ties secured Jack's hands behind his back as he screamed - though opening his mouth only allowed one of the captures to shove a cloth of some kind into his mouth.

"Shut the fuck up kid," one of the men growled as a bag went over Jack's head. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks as he tried to kick at the men around him, screaming against the cloth in his mouth. He could hear them laughing, finding his attempts at escape to be amusing while the zip ties dug into his skin hard enough to draw blood.

What felt like hours later the van finally came to a stop. Jack could hear the door sliding open as he was grabbed and pulled to his feet. Jack couldn't tell where they were going with the bag over his head, so he tried to calm himself down enough to rely on his other senses. But with how panicked and overwhelmed he was, Jack couldn't focus on anything other than his own panic.

After what felt like a maze of twists and turns Jack was shoved down into a chair, his arms pinned awkwardly behind him as the bag was ripped off his head. His eyes burned from the sudden bright light as he looked around, expecting danger only to see he was in what appeared to be a home office. The walls were lined with overflowing bookshelves, the room bare of furniture other than a large black desk he was sitting in front of, a black office chair sat behind said desk.
Once they believed Jack was secure in the chair one of the men called out, "Boss!"