The Lords against DJ

DJ in the chase

Chevy was born and raised in Malia by a pair of ruthless parents, he was nourished to become a fighting machine and follow his ways until he could fish satisfactory results for himself. The man was a beast a cruel-tempered sadist and a killer to put in simple words, he was untameable and ignorant of any consequences he might bring to himself and his people and that was a trait he used to bring prosperity to his reign.

From an early age Chevy had gathered a group of brats from around the area and formed a group of his own, he left the main village and settled for a clearing deep in the woods, where he drew a parameter of sorts and began a new name for himself. Then what started as a criminal activity soon turned into a full-fledged gang. Chevy got renowned, feared and disliked by Malians and people avoided him and his punters at all costs.

The man though thrived under the negative attention and took it as a chance to enhance his connection outside his land.

The gangster knew his ways around dangerous weapons and ammunition like the back of his hand; he was born to hold a gun and swing a machete in his blood-laden hands without mercy. Chevy was also deeply involved in the import and export of narcotics and arms that needed to cross Malia borders to reach their destination. The man had connections to the superiors that earned him favours all he wanted and whenever he wanted.

Except for the invitation to enter and claim a territory to expand business.

All Neighbouring Mafias, Chevy had relations with, were challenging, strict and stubborn yet somehow provided him benefits more than he could imagine. Be it money, power or resources, Chevy was always welcomed against his services but what he didn't have access to was the very land of the said Mafias. There was no surprise in that though, due to Chevy's unapproachable personality, bad image and dirty work, most of the superiors steered clear from him unless there was a professional need.

The gangster was uninvited, as it seemed, but in reality, he was banished without declaration.

Meanwhile, Chevy was desperate to grow his business and leave Malia to spread his wings outside, hence those sensitive and complex jobs he had taken to advance his reach and update his reality. The small village had nothing more to offer Chevy anymore, and the network he had built over the longest period of time could only do so much making the gangster lose his brain cells over small things.

However, a silver lining of hope turned into a blaring chance that sprouted out of nowhere and provided Chevy with the breakthrough he needed in his work. The biggest empire, the ruling and the powerful, offered a great deal to the man against his services; it promised to let him enter the sacred territory of Pyro to initiate his business and then operate from there wishfully. Chevy was on cloud nine; the biggest opportunity not only brought him a promise of a better future but a backing that was solid as a wall of steel. A man like him was ready to do whatever it takes, to whatever it brings him to, only to achieve his desired success.

And that's how the crime against the lord of Pyro was committed.

"All and all, he has been through the borders and inside Pyro even after he hasn't fully completed his job", Tom sighed after a long history tell and small clues he had found all that time and DJ watched him silently while listening intently. The younger then scrunched his nose and stepped back a little when Tom rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, he ignited the stick and took a drag making DJ gag from the smell and wave a hand in the air.

"H-his job?" DJ blinked his doe eyes, acting clueless, while he twisted his fingers badly.

"Yeah, job of keeping the lord" Tom smirked in return, smashing DJ's act and announcing his unlimited knowledge, and the boy averted his eyes, abashed for failing to compose. In that moment, DJ deduced that Tom was well fed about the whole ordeal of Yael's abduction as well as wise of DJ taking the case. The way he lined the points, keeping the facts useful for DJ in sync, proved more of a detective's inkling and he cursed himself for getting exposed.