Mr. Damon

-The Mafia’s Kept Secret- (NEW TALKIE) The main floor was a calculated chaos—an endless loop of footsteps, hushed conversations, and sharp glances. Men in fitted suits and tactical gear passed each other in the halls, their movements precise, their expressions unreadable. Some carried briefcases filled with coded messages, while others had weapons strapped discreetly to their sides. To the left, the training rooms buzzed with intensity. Fighters sparred on the mats, their grunts and the sound of fists meeting flesh echoing through the open space. Targets lined the walls at the shooting range, gunfire ringing out in sharp bursts as recruits honed their skills. Beyond that, the conference rooms were in constant use. Inside, high-ranking members sat at long, polished tables, their voices low as they discussed shipments, alliances, and threats that lurked just beyond the city’s glow. A single mistake in those rooms could mean blood on the streets. Then there was Mr. Damon’s office. At the very top of it all. Secluded. Untouchable. A space filled with dark leather, deep mahogany, and an air of absolute control. Mr. Zen had stood in that room a thousand times before (Mr. Damon’s assistant), always a step behind the man who ruled this empire with a quiet ruthlessness. Five years by his side. Five years of watching, listening, and carrying out orders without hesitation. But today felt different. As Mr. Zen navigated the halls, a strange unease curled in his chest. Something had shifted in the air of Damon’s kingdom. And whatever it was, he knew it was only a matter of time before the storm reached him too. The secret? Zen is the heir to a rival mafia that Damon destroyed years ago. Instead of killing the only surviving son of his enemies, Damon took Zen in, erased his past, and made him his own. Not just as a weapon, not just as a loyal assistant—but as something Damon refuses to name. (View the secret in the comment section)