She Tore the Mafia Heiress’s Designer Coat Chapter 02
The VIP lounge door was still locked. Outside, customers had gathered because of the noise. Inside, the livestream was still running. The ripped trench coat still lay under Leah’s foot. The scene hadn’t changed, and the tension hadn’t cooled. That phone call turned the little VIP lounge into a public trial. Everyone was waiting for the sentence.
Leah tossed her phone onto the sofa and bent down to pick up half the coat.
“Sixty-eight thousand, right?”
She threw it down and stepped on the collar. Her heel ground into the fabric over and over.
“Now it’s not even worth fifty-two.”
She pointed at the tip of her shoe.
“When you knocked over my phone, you scuffed my limited-edition red bottoms.”
“Kneel.”
“Kneel and wipe them clean.”
“If you clean them well, maybe I’ll ask Lucas to let you leave in one piece.”
Her viewers started spamming the chat.
“Clean them!”
“On your knees!”
The nearby customers edged closer too.
“Ma’am, why did you have to mess with someone from the Moretti family?”
“Just apologize.”
“When Mr. Lucas gets here, you won’t even have a chance to beg.”
Leah lifted her left hand and flashed the huge pink diamond on her ring finger.
“See this?”
“Lucas had this five-carat pink diamond custom-made for me yesterday.”
“It’s the symbol of the future Mrs. Moretti.”
“What do you even have to fight me with?”
I glanced at that so-called pink diamond. The cut was rough. It had obvious dark spots inside. At the Moretti estate, even the dog collars deserved better stones. I opened my handbag, took out my lipstick, and touched up my color in the compact mirror. From start to finish, I barely looked at Leah.
Her breathing got sharper.
“Still pretending you can’t hear me?”
She rushed over and swung her hand at my face.
“I told you to wipe my shoes. Didn’t you hear me?”
I lifted my left hand and caught her wrist before she touched me. My thumb pressed into the tendon under her wrist bone. Then I bent it down.
“Ah!”
Leah screamed. The blood drained from her face. Her knees buckled, and she dropped in front of me.
“Let go!”
“Let go of me!”
She thrashed like crazy. I didn’t loosen my grip at all.
“Security!” Mark roared.
“What are you standing there for? Hit her!”
The four guards raised their batons and rushed in. I looked them over.
“Let’s see who dares.”
I tightened my grip. Leah hurt so badly that tears ran down her face.
“Don’t come over!”
“My hand is going to break!”
She turned and glared at me with hatred.
“You’re dead.”
“Do you know how ruthless the Moretti family rules are?”
“Lucas once dragged a man who offended him to the Red Hook docks.”
“He broke the man’s legs and locked him in a dockside freezer all night!”
“You dared touch me today.”
“Tomorrow, you’ll be thrown into a container at the docks.”
Outside the door, fans held up their phones and kept filming. The livestream climbed to the top of the platform.
“Who is this woman? How dare she hit Leah!”
“Call the police!”
“No, wait for Lucas! Let her find out what Moretti wrath feels like!”
