She Tore the Mafia Heiress’s Designer Coat Chapter 03
From Leah tearing my coat to Lucas arriving with his men, everything stayed inside that dealership. The livestream never cut. The crowd never left. Five minutes later, brakes screeched outside. The second Mark heard it, he rushed to unlock the VIP lounge door. Men in black forced the crowd back into the showroom.
The glass doors opened all the way. The lounge and showroom turned into one open stage. Leah looked out through the glass and screamed.
“Do you see that?”
“Lucas brought the Moretti crew!”
“You’re dead!”
A line of black SUVs stopped in front of the dealership. They blocked the whole street. Dozens of men in black suits and dark sunglasses stepped out. They moved in tight formation and pushed through the glass doors without a word. Leah’s followers had been shouting at the entrance. The second they saw those men, they backed away and opened a path.
“So that’s the Moretti family in New York…”
Someone in the crowd whispered, voice shaking. Mark and the staff snapped straight. They lowered their eyes, stiff and silent. Even the air seemed to change. I let go. Leah scrambled off the floor. She didn’t even bother to dust off her knees. She stumbled toward the door.
“Lucas, save me!”
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped in the center of the convoy. The driver stepped out and opened the door. Lucas Moretti walked into the showroom in a custom suit, four bodyguards flanking him. His chin was lifted. His eyes were dark. An oversized black gemstone ring sat on his hand.
That ring was an old piece I’d tossed into a West Wing storage drawer last year because the design looked dated. I never thought my illegitimate half brother would dig it out and parade it around like a Moretti signet.
“Lucas!”
Leah ran out and threw herself into his arms, crying like she had survived a tragedy. She lifted the wrist I’d grabbed. Five purple fingerprints stood out on her pale skin.
“You’re finally here.”
“If you had come one step later, that crazy woman would have broken my hand.”
Lucas looked at the marks on her wrist. His brow tightened.
“Who did it?”
Leah whipped around and pointed at me with pure hatred.
“She did!”
“She tried to extort one million dollars from me, and she said you had to pay it.”
“When I tried to reason with her, she attacked me.”
Her voice climbed with every lie.
“She also insulted you!”
“She said you were nothing but a bastard the Moretti family kept hidden.”
“She said even if she crushed you under her foot today, the Moretti patriarch wouldn’t dare say a word for you!”
A cold smile touched my mouth. Leah really knew how to pour gas on a fire. Lucas’s face darkened.
Bastard.
That word hit the scar Lucas could never hide. He shoved Leah aside and strode to the VIP lounge door.
“Mark!”
Mark flinched and hurried over.
“Mr. Lucas, what can I do?”
“Lock down the showroom.”
“Smash every display car, camera, and display case she touched.”
“I’ll cover the loss.”
“Anything that idiot touched in this showroom is filthy to me.”
Mark froze.
“S-Sir, this is—”
“I told you to empty the showroom. Did I stutter?”
Lucas kicked Mark in the stomach. Mark screamed and folded to the floor, clutching his stomach.
“Smash it!”
“Smash it now!”
He shouted at his men. Dozens of black-suited enforcers immediately moved. They smashed the ring lights and livestream stand first. Then they cracked the display cases. The display-car windshields cracked into spiderwebs. The crash of breaking glass filled the showroom.
The customers and fans went pale. No one dared stop them. The whole room froze under the weight of the Moretti name. Then Leah came back to the VIP lounge door with two of Lucas’s men. She grabbed my collar and yanked me out of the chair. With a hard shove, she pushed me into the center of the showroom.
I steadied myself among the broken glass and damaged cars. Leah kept her phone trained on my face. The live chat went wild.
“Make her kneel!”
“Let her learn what happens when she crosses the Moretti family!”
“Drag her out!”
Lucas stood less than three feet in front of me. He lifted his chin and gave the men behind him a small nod.
“Do it.”
Four enforcers, each over six foot three, stepped forward. They clenched their fists. Their knuckles cracked softly. I didn’t look at them. My gaze fell on Lucas’s left wrist. He wore an extremely flashy limited-edition watch. A thin scratch marked the edge of the dial.
That was an old watch I’d once thrown into a trash can in the West Wing of the Moretti estate because it looked too dated. I looked at that watch and laughed softly. In the dead-silent showroom, everyone heard it. Lucas frowned, then stepped closer with a cruel grin.
“What are you laughing at?”
He thought fear had finally gotten to me. I just found it funny.
“Who gave you the nerve to touch Lucas Moretti’s woman?”
I slowly raised my head and met his eyes.
“What’s wrong, Lucas?”
“It has only been six months.”
“You can’t even recognize my voice now?”
Leah snapped as if I’d struck her first.
“Who do you think you are?”
“You think you have the right to say Lucas’s name?”
She threw out her arms, pointing at the enforcers and the wrecked showroom around us.
“Do you see this?”
“This is the wall a nobody like you’ll never get past!”
“You think acting mysterious is going to save you?”
Leah grabbed Lucas’s arm and shook him wildly.
“Lucas, stop wasting words with her!”
“Break her arms and legs!”
“Send her to a federal lockup and make sure she never crawls back out!”
Mark crawled up from the floor, still clutching his stomach. He had taken a hard security baton from a guard. He offered it to Lucas with both hands. The eagerness on his face was almost pathetic.
“Mr. Lucas, don’t waste your enforcers on trash like her.”
“Do it yourself.”
“Get it out of your system.”
Lucas took the heavy baton. He tested the weight in his hand. A cruel smile tugged at his mouth. I watched their little performance in silence. Then I raised my hand and tucked behind my ear the loose strand Leah had pulled free. Lucas tightened his grip on the baton.
He raised his arm high and swung straight for my knee. Leah was already smiling in victory. She was waiting for me to drop. Waiting for the live chat to bury me alive. I opened my mouth calmly.
“Little Mouse, kneel.”
