She Tore the Mafia Heiress’s Designer Coat Chapter 04
The moment those words left my mouth, every movement in the showroom stopped. Not because I was loud. Because that name belonged to a piece of Moretti history no outsider knew. It was Lucas’s childhood nickname. When he wasÂ
little, he used to hide in the West Wing storage.Â
room and steal desserts.Â
When I dragged him out, he cried like a frightened little mouse. In the entire Moretti family, I was the only one who dared call him that. The second Lucas saw my face clearly, his pupils shrank. The baton stopped in midair. It stopped less than twoÂ
feet from my knee.Â
Broken glass glittered around my feet. TheÂ
livestream camera was still pointed right at us.Â
His arm began to shake. I looked at him calmly.Â
“Lucas, is this what you think too?”Â
“You want to break my leg over someone like her?”Â
Sweat broke out on his forehead and slid down hisÂ
face. Within seconds, the back of his suit was.Â
soaked. No one in the room had caught up yet.Â
Then the baton clattered to the floor. Leah wasÂ
still drunk on the thought of seeing my leg broken.Â
She didn’t notice anything wrong with him.Â
She shoved Lucas, annoyed.Â
“What is wrong with you?”Â
“Are you scared of this woman?”Â
“Hit her!”Â
I ignored her. I opened my handbag and took out aÂ
black metal ring. The Black Rose crest of theÂ
Moretti family was carved into the signet. It wasÂ
the symbol of final authority in the family. Only oneÂ
existed in North America. I flicked it with twoÂ
fingers. The ring and the $68,000 receipt smackedÂ
Lucas right in his arrogant face.Â
The entire showroom went dead silent. Even theÂ
livestream comments went blank for a second.Â
Lucas stared at the Black Rose signet on the floor.Â
His legs started to give out. I leaned back in myÂ
chair. My red lips parted slightly.Â
“Lucas, pick it up.”Â
“Look at me and remember who I am.”Â
“Bring that baton down, and by tomorrow, your name disappears from the Moretti books.”Â
Lucas’s knees gave out. He hit the marble in frontÂ
of everyone and dropped at my feet. Leah froze completely. The protection she had flaunted all day was kneeling at my feet. She rushed over and screamed like she had lost her mind.Â
“Lucas! Are you insane?”Â
“Why the hell are you kneeling to her?”Â
“Erin… Sister…”Â
That one word wiped the smile off Leah’s face. Lucas’s voice shook so badly it barely sounded like him. He sounded like he was about to cry.Â
“Sister, I didn’t know it was you.”Â
“I really didn’t know she dared touch the BlackÂ
Rose.”Â
“I really didn’t know it was you!”Â
He lifted his sweaty face and clutched my calfÂ
with both hands.Â
“Please don’t freeze my accounts.”Â
“Please don’t let Father throw me out.”Â
“Sister, I was wrong.”Â
“I was really wrong!”Â
Leah’s livestream phone slipped from her hand. ItÂ
landed on the floor with a slap. The screen facedÂ
- up. The last image on the screen was Lucas bentÂ
at my feet.Â
“Lu… Lucas?”Â
Her voice shook so hard it almost broke. LeahÂ
stammered.Â
“What are you doing?”Â
“Who is she?”Â
Her voice scraped across the dead–silentÂ
showroom. She reached out with shaking fingers.Â
and tried to pull Lucas’s arm.Â
“Did you mistake her for someone else?”Â
“She’s just some poor woman trying to shake meÂ
down. How can you call her your sister?”Â
Lucas snapped his head around. His eyes wereÂ
bloodshot.Â
Smack!Â
He backhanded Leah with everything he had. SheÂ
crashed sideways into the display car, and theÂ
corner of her mouth split.Â
“Shut up!”Â
Lucas pointed at her and cursed.Â
“Who ever said you were my fiancée?”Â
“You almost killed me today!”Â
He turned back to me and slammed his foreheadÂ
against the marble again and again. When heÂ
lifted his head, a shard of glass had cut his brow.Â
“Sister, listen to me.”Â
“This woman is Leah Blair. She is not my fiancéeÂ
at all.”Â
“She’s just someone I brought out of a private clubÂ
to make myself look important.”Â
“That pink diamond is fake too.”Â
“She bought the lab stone for two grand and keptÂ
telling people I gave it to her.”Â
“Sister, I have nothing to do with her.”Â
“Please don’t tell Father what happened today.”Â
Leah sat on the floor, one hand over her swollen face, completely stunned. The man she hadÂ
flaunted all day was now on the floor, exposingÂ
every lie she had built herself on. Mark stoodÂ
nearby. The baton had already fallen from hisÂ
hand. His legs shook like a sieve.Â
A dark stain spread down his pant leg. He had wet himself from fear.Â
“M–Mr. Lucas…”Â
Mark tried to speak, like there was still a situationÂ
to save.Â
“Shut up!”Â
The four enforcers behind Lucas finally snappedÂ
back to themselves. They rushed forward. One kicked Mark to the ground. The others pinned him down hard. I looked down at Lucas crying at myÂ
feet.Â
“Are you done explaining?”Â
I lifted my foot and kicked a family discipline orderÂ
I’d prepared long ago in front of him.Â
“Lucas, did you forget the rule I set last month?”Â
I looked down at him.Â
“Any Moretti who throws the family name aroundÂ
in public, calls in enforcers without approval, orÂ
stains our name loses everything. AccountsÂ
frozen. Assets reclaimed. Inheritance stripped.”Â
“Please, Sister, no!”Â
Lucas cried so hard he could barely breathe.Â
“I have less than a hundred thousand in myÂ
personal account.”Â
“If you freeze my accounts, I can’t even pay nextÂ
month’s supercar maintenance.”Â
I sneered.Â
“Supercar maintenance?”Â
I pointed to the old watch on his wrist.Â
“You picked up an old watch I threw in the West Wing trash just to pretend you had status.”Â
“And that Phantom you leased under my name.Â
How many days until it’s due?”Â
Lucas’s face went white. Whatever dignity he hadÂ
left was shredded in front of every camera. IÂ
kicked him in the chest and sent him rollingÂ
across the floor.Â
“You used money I earned to bring men here toÂ
break my legs?”Â
“Lucas, you learned every dirty trick your motherÂ
ever knew.”Â
The enforcers and staff looked at him differentlyÂ
now. Fear had turned into shock and contempt.Â
“Starting today, every family account, authorizedÂ
card, car, and guard assigned to you’ll be takenÂ
back.”

