Rise of a drug lord

The story unfolds in the fictional city of Crestwood, located in the United States, which is a bustling metropolis with a rich history that is known for its vibrant neighborhoods and diverse communities. However, it also faces its fair share of challenges.

In the outskirts of the city, Crestwood, the economic landscape is marked by income inequality, with pockets of poverty existing alongside the areas of affluence. The city is grappling with a decline in specific industries, leading to job scarcity and financial struggles for many residents. As a consequence, the social fabric of Crestwood is strained due to rising crime rates, inadequate social services, and a lack of affordable housing options. Whereas, the center of the county town is dominant and famous for its millionaire businessmen along with the mafias. In Crestwood, alongside its economic and social challenges, a dark underbelly lurks beneath the surface—the presence of billionaire mafias. These powerful criminal organizations have woven themselves into the fabric of the city, exerting influence and control over various sectors.

The billionaire mafias of Crestwood, led by ruthless and enigmatic figures, operate in the shadows, manipulating industries, businesses, and even the political landscape. Their illicit activities range from drug trafficking and arms smuggling to money laundering and extortion, making them a force to be reckoned with.

As the sun sets on one of the most unfortunate days for Justin, a boy in his early twenties, another letter of grievance navigates its way to the doorsteps of his home. Justin stood outside the shabby apartment, clutching the eviction notice in his trembling hands. The weight of responsibility settled heavily on his young shoulders. He had always known life wasn't fair, but this? This was a whole new level of hardship.

As he turned his head and his eyes ran to his mother, Sarah, who was trying to console his younger sister, Lily, tears welled up in Justin's eyes. He couldn't bear to see them suffer like this. His mind raced, desperately searching for a solution. But, since he was already holding a note of grievance in his hand with the news that he had just lost his job as a security guard and had nothing to his name as well, all of his searches drowned back to the injurious offense.

"Mom, we have to do something," Justin said, his voice quivering with a mixture of fear and determination. "We can't let him kick us out like this."

Sarah wiped away her tears and gave her son a weak smile. "I know, Justin. We'll figure something out. We always have."

Justin's gaze turned to his elder sister, Julian, who was huddled in a corner, lost in her own thoughts. They had been through so much already, and Justin couldn't help but feel a surge of anger toward their absent father, who wanted to abandon them all and kicked them out of his house for the sake of another woman.

"We can't rely on anyone else," Justin muttered under his breath. "I won't let them destroy us." He made his way out, with the urge of hunting for another job, as thirsty as a sponge, as hungry as a wolf, all his thirst and hunger required only one element, Money!

“Watching my nerd, my only son, the apple of my eye, to work as a guard, used to wrench my heart already. Now, what would he do?” His mother sighed with grief.

“I wish, somehow, his desire to continue his higher studies would not have been rejected by nature!” Julian added a comment.

After wrapping up a prolonged extent of the dark pavements, Justin sat alone on one of the small woody benches, the weight of his family's needs pressing heavily on his shoulders. Thoughts swirled in his mind, and he began to have a conversation with himself, whispering to himself within his mind, and trying to grapple with the enormity of the situation.

"I've been working tirelessly, giving everything I have to provide for them," Justin muttered, frustration lacing his words. "But no matter how many hours I put in, how hard I work, it's never going to be enough. The money we need is astronomical."

He paused, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and despair.

"I mean, let's do the math," Justin continued, running his fingers through his hair. "Even if I worked every hour of every day for the rest of my life, it still wouldn't be enough to meet their needs. The rent, the bills, the food... it's all piling up faster than I can keep up."

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he wrestled with the harsh reality.

"I want to give them a better life, to shield them from the hardships they've already endured," Justin whispered, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness. "But how can I possibly achieve that when the odds are so stacked against us? I'm just one person, and the weight of the world is on my shoulders."

He clenched his fists, frustration, and determination battling within him.

"I won't give up," Justin declared, his voice growing stronger. "I'll find a way, no matter what. There has to be a solution, an opportunity that will lift us out of this never-ending struggle. I just need to keep pushing forward, exploring every possibility until I find that ray of hope."

With renewed conviction, Justin rose from his seat, his eyes soaked with tears, giving a foggy view of the dark streets, lit with sodium bulbs. As he closed his eyes, the eyelid served as a curtain on which the flashbacks of his family were played. It served as a constant reminder of why he had to keep fighting.

"I won't let them down," he vowed, his voice filled with a quiet determination. "I'll find a way to provide for them, even if it means taking risks and venturing into unknown territories. My family deserves a better life, and I won't rest until I make it a reality."

With his resolve firm, Justin took a deep breath, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead, knowing that even against all odds, he would do whatever it took to create a brighter future for his abandoned family.