The Lords against DJ

DJ in the Market

DJ in the Market

They were walking down the dusty streets of Ferra market with their heavy souled expensive boots, crushing the small living organisms, that were eating leftovers on the earthy streets, and the small rocks of mud and sand that couldn’t help but get crumbled under the weight of people stepping over them.

People who can step over anyone they want without hesitation.

Crowds of astonished people were watching them with owl eyes, big and wide. Those people, higher in standard, were not meant to be leisurely walking through the market of mere peasants who live their lives either by begging, stealing or conning people.

But they were still there, still stepping up towards a certain destination.

Sharp eyes roaming over the asymmetric structure of Ferra market and its poor build, those three daunting men marched with authority with a sole expression substituting disgust on their faces.

Ferra market was an unpopular location on the outskirts of the main city, it was a place of druggies, thugs and local vendors who sell food and owned other small businesses to run their household. People living there were unforgiving and cruel, they didn’t have a heart to feed others in need when they were fighting for food for their children.

That’s how messed up that place was.

The former Lord of the biggest crime syndicate ‘Pyro’ was not impressed at all with his surroundings, he was nauseated, to say the least with how this place was turning out to be.

An absolute dump.

A kerchief made out of pure cotton was resting over his nose to prevent the dust from entering his mouth and nose while his eyes were protected with stylish shades. The old, daunting man stomped forward, clicking his expensive cane on the ground, only for the sake of his son.

Ezekiel Doukas was a man who had lived his life the way he wanted. He had everything he desired right at his feet. The biggest empire, a beautiful and caring wife and of course a very smart and brave son who will take the legacy of The Doukas empire to another powerful level.

Accompanying him were two other men, Nova Doukas and his son Leo Doukas. Nova and Ezekiel were blood brothers with a difference of five years. Being the older one of three siblings Ezekiel was the one taking after their father and ruling for the rest of his life.

Until his son, who was the one standing next in line, was ready to take over.

In his period of old age, Ezekiel wanted nothing but to retire with the satisfaction of his long-lived life and relax from his duties by giving his everything to the rightful owner who is his son. And that’s exactly what he did, only to face the worst time of his life when things didn’t turn out the way he expected.

The Lord went missing.

Nova, the younger brother, on the other hand, was content with the way his life was going. A beautiful wife who spent her day tweeting inside her house and a well-behaved, capable son. The man never fought for the place of Lord in the empire and he never let Leo fight for it either but when the Lord was abducted most unexpectedly right after two months of his rule, a sinister thought of conquering the most powerful crime syndicate never let him rest.

Greed does that to people.

Ezekiel was devastated after getting the most nerve-wracking news of his son’s abduction. The lord wasn’t a child of a small age; he was a man nearly thirty years old. It wasn’t possible to swipe him off the ground and ground him in some dark and damp place.

No.

The lord was a powerful, dangerous and sharp-witted man. He was known to be a beast when he fought, with no mercy or thoughtfulness whatsoever.