You're going to Be Drug King
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*Chapter 1: You’re Going to Be Drug King*
“Lord Henry, please… you said I’m going to become drug king, right?”
The man in black didn’t blink.
“Yes.”
I stared at him. My hands were shaking, but not from fear. From disbelief.
“So what do I do? I don’t even know anything about being drug king.”
Lord Henry’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile.
“Don’t worry, Your Majesty. You’ll be taught everything at Drug Lord Academy. Very soon.”
He stepped closer, voice dropping.
“You’ll be taken there tomorrow. But for now, your mother wants you at dinner.”
_Mother._
The word hit harder than it should have. I hadn’t seen her in twenty years.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll meet her at dinner.”
“Here are your clothes.”
He dropped a folded blue uniform on the bed.
I frowned. “I’m allowed to wear your color?”
“What do you mean?” Lord Henry said flatly. “Everyone wears black. Except my mother and stepmother—they wear white. My brother wears red.”
He paused.
“According to our tradition, you’re the first runner-up to the king. You’re allowed to wear blue.”
First runner-up.
That meant I was second in line.
That meant people wanted me dead.
“Okay,” I said slowly. “I’ll head down now.”
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The dining hall was colder than I expected.
My mother sat at the head of the table, calm, unreadable. Queen Ferrera.
Across from her, my stepmother smirked into her wine.
Beside her, my stepbrother Mike watched me like I was dirt on his shoe.
“You weren’t mistreated?” Mother asked. Her voice was soft, but sharp enough to cut.
“No, Mom. I’m fine.”
“Good. What do you want to do now?”
“I just want to rest.”
I reached for my spoon.
“Ha ha!” My stepmother’s laugh cracked through the room.
“Look at you. You don’t eat unless you’re told to. You don’t even know the rules, and you want to become king?”
Mike slammed his fist on the table.
“Shut up. Who asked you to talk?”
The air shifted. Queen Ferrera rose, eyes like ice.
“Mike. Apologize.”
He muttered something and went back to eating.
Queen Ferrera turned to me.
“Chaka, before you leave for Drug Lord Academy tomorrow, come to my chamber.”
“Okay, Mom.”
Then my stepmother leaned forward, venom dripping from every word.
“So you’re Chaka. What a story. Missing for twenty years. Come back, and now you want the kingdom I’ve ruled?”
She smiled, cruel and slow.
“You know nothing. And you’ll never become king. My son will see you at Drug Lord Academy.”
They left.
I sat there, spoon still in hand, and realized one thing:
If I didn’t learn fast at that academy… I wouldn’t live to see graduation.
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*[End of Chapter 1]*
_Next: Chaka meets his roommate—Johnson, the son of his enemy._
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