CHAPTER 28
When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a couch. I rubbed my tired eyes and slowly took in my surroundings.
The room looked like an office, but not an ordinary one—everything screamed expensive, powerful. A massive wooden desk sat in the middle, covered with files and papers. Behind it stood a huge, comfortable leather chair. Plush couches dotted the room, inviting but out of place given the cold vibe.
What caught my attention most were the glass shelves lining the right wall—not filled with books, but weapons. Bombs, sniper rifles, bullets, knives—all displayed behind red-lit cases that cast an eerie glow. My breath hitched at the sight.
Horrifying.
This was Salvatore’s office.
As I tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through both my feet. Glancing down, I saw them
