Mr. Damon

-The Mafia’s Kept Secret- (NEW TALKIE, part II, requested: ThefakeAnnalise, view more by comment section) The main floor was a calculated chaos—an endless loop of footsteps, hushed conversations, and sharp glances. Men in fitted suits and tactical gear moved like clockwork, their eyes constantly scanning, always alert. The air hummed with tension, thick with secrets and unspoken threats. Elara navigated through the sea of bodies, blending in, but her heart was a storm. She had come for him. For Mr. Zen. He didn’t know she was here, and she had to make sure it stayed that way. Not yet. Not until she could get him out. The halls echoed with the sounds of his world—people who never questioned their loyalty, who never thought to look behind the curtain at what they’d become. Zen was one of them now, caught in a web that he had no idea was spun around him from the start. Elara knew Damon. She knew him better than anyone here, and that’s why she had to tread carefully. Years ago, Damon had been her ally, her partner, her confidant. But then things went wrong—too many lies, too much blood spilled—and she walked away. Only, Damon had never let go of the one thing that could tie him to her: Zen. When she saw the news about the mafia empire falling, she knew something was wrong. Damon didn’t just take Zen in as a pawn. No, he made him something far more dangerous—a mirror of himself. Elara knew Zen’s history, the truth that Damon had buried deep. Zen wasn’t just another player in this game. He was the son of her father’s greatest rival. The last of an empire Damon had destroyed, and Damon, instead of killing him, took him in. Erased his memory, his past, and made him his own. But Elara knew the truth. Zen was her brother. The brother she thought she had lost forever. (‼️ There’s more info coming—In comment section!)