Chapter 92 – Missing the Mafia

Mia walked through the front door of her once gloomy mansion, the weight of the day’s shooting lessons and the tension of recent events pressing heavily on her shoulders. Oliver had gone with Nico on what he called grandfather and grandson time. She slipped off her shoes, the cool marble floor a welcome relief to her tired feet. The mansion was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that only heightened her awareness of Noah’s absence. He had not been home for days on business, leaving her in the huge house alone. Her mind wandered back to their last night together, the memory of Noah’s touch lingering like a ghost on her skin. She missed him deeply, not just for the security he provided, but for the way he made her feel, cherished, desired, alive. A longing she had tried to ignore now resurfaced with a vengeance, the empty house amplifying her loneliness. With a sigh, Mia pushed away from the counter and headed upstairs to their bedroom. The room was her sanctuary, but not without