#Chapter 18: Breakfast

Mia's POV The black-clad man led me through a maze of opulent hallways, the air thick with the musky scent of expensive cologne. This was the inner sanctum of the Napoli mafia. I never thought I'd set foot in a place my mother had always avoided like a plague. Being here only pissed me off more with every step. The grandeur I'd imagined I was missing. The marble floors seemed dull and dusty. There were empty spaces on the wall, and barely any staff. The Napoli, it seemed, were no longer the untouchable mafia dynasty they once were. I smiled at the thought. I hoped Lorenzo and his family was suffering. It was the least they deserved for everything they put me and mom through. When I thought about the way he'd deceived my mother and how his wife, another mafia princess had turned a blind eye to his affairs until my mom turned out pregnant, I grew angrier. Mom as gullible as she was, had loved him. Every Don has a mistress. Consider yourself lucky, so many women would kill for the