She Tore the Mafia Heiress’s Designer Coat Chapter 08

She Tore the Mafia Heiress’s Designer Coat Chapter 08

After Grant signed the one–dollar buyout agreement, I didn’t stay long in the garden. That afternoon, I walked through the estate’s west corridor and pushed open the doors to the West Wing council chamber myself. The dealership. 

account was settled. Now it was time for the 

Moretti family’s internal ledger. Inside the West Wing council chamber, members of the family 

council sat on both sides of a long dark table. 

I took the chair at the head of the table. Lucas knelt in the center of the room, pressed against the cold stone floor. Family discipline had left 

bruises all over him. He looked barely alive. Old 

Moretti, my father in name, stood to the side with 

his cane. 

“Erin.” 

He sighed. For once, there was pleading in his 

voice. 

“Lucas has already been punished.” 

“He is still Moretti blood.” 

The moment he said that, the council chamber 

seemed to get colder. 

“Spare him this once.” 

I picked up my black coffee and took a small sip. 

“Blood?” 

I let out a cold laugh. 

“An illegitimate son who was never officially 

recognized wants to lecture me about Moretti 

blood?” 

I threw a thick stack of account books at Don 

Moretti’s feet. 

“These are the dirty ledgers from the past three 

years.” 

“He used the Moretti name to steal family funds, 

strong–arm dealers and vendors, and call in 

enforcers on his own.” 

“The total is two hundred million dollars.” 

Old Moretti opened the books and glanced down. 

His face went ashen. 

“He not only damaged the family name.” 

“He nearly dragged Moretti Group into a criminal 

investigation.” 

I stood and looked down at him. 

“I told you long ago.” 

“The Moretti family doesn’t keep dead weight.” 

“And it doesn’t protect fools who use our name to bully ordinary people.” 

“Strip Lucas of all inheritance rights.” 

“Tomorrow morning, send him to the Red Hook 

docks.” 

“Let him work the lowest dock crew there for ten 

years.” 

“When he pays back that two hundred million, he 

can ask to come back.” 

Old Moretti’s lips trembled. In the end, he couldn’t say a single word. He knew that now, in the 

Moretti family, my word was law.