Bound to the Don

Chapter 35

Salma's pov

A whole day had passed since I interrupted Armando while he was torturing Bruno. And strangely... nothing happened. No punishment, no yelling, not even a look. It was like he'd completely forgotten. But I hadn't. The silence was worse than anything I could've expected.

By the second day, I started losing my mind. I couldn't stop overthinking. Was he planning something worse? Was he watching me without me knowing? The fear sat heavy in my chest like a stone I couldn't get rid of.

I tried to act normal by helping p Sylvia in the kitchen, keep my hands busy with chores, anything just to keep my thoughts quiet. But deep down, I was doing everything to avoid running into Armando. I had no idea that something far scarier was already waiting for me.

That evening, after finishing up in the kitchen, I went back to my room hoping to rest for a bit. But the moment I sat on the bed, the landline rang. My heart dropped. I picked it up with shaking hands, and just like that, his voice came through, cold and calm.

"Come to my office."

That was all he said.

I felt like I was walking to my own funeral. Every step felt heavier than the last. I whispered prayers under my breath, asking God to protect me from whatever was coming.

When I reached his door and knocked, his voice came from inside. "Come in."

I pushed the door open slowly.

He wasn't wearing a suit this time. Just black jeans, a black jacket, and matching gloves. Such simple clothes but somehow, he looked even more dangerous like that.

The room was so quiet, I could hear my own heartbeat. I had no idea what was about to happen. But whatever it was, it didn't feel good.

To my surprise, Sasha was there too. The same Sasha who once told Armando about Bruno and Dante's secret plans. My heart skipped. What was she doing here? Was she involved in whatever was about to happen?

The air in the room felt heavy, like it was holding its breath. No one said a word, and the tension was almost choking me. Then Armando finally spoke.

"Sasha, prepare her."

I blinked. Prepare me?For what?

I looked at him, confused, but Sasha simply nodded and turned to leave. She didn't say a word, just signaled for me to follow. I hesitated, but I knew I didn't have a choice, so I followed her, my mind spinning the entire time.

We walked through a long hallway, neither of us speaking. Then we entered a room I had never seen before. Sasha handed me a set of clothes which consisted of black trousers, a jacket and a pair of gloves. The same outfit she was wearing. I stared at them for a moment, then asked softly, "Do you have something I can use to cover my hair?"

She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she rummaged through a drawer before pulling out a plain black head warmer. Not exactly what I wanted, but it would do. I thanked her quietly and put it on.

We walked again, deeper into the mansion, until we reached a wide, dimly lit room. I stepped inside and froze.

Weapons.

They were everywhere, lined along the walls, placed neatly on tables. Guns. Knives. Bows and arrows. Throwing stars. And dummies with targets drawn on them.

"What is this place?" I whispered, barely able to speak.

Sasha's voice was calm but cold. "The training room. This is where we turn people into weapons."

Her words made my stomach twist. "Into killers", I thought.

Then Armando walked in.

He was dressed all in black again, but now it looked like he was ready for battle. His eyes found mine immediately and as always, they were calm, cold, impossible to read.