She Tore the Mafia Heiress’s Designer Coat Chapter 09
One month later, the first stage of the lawsuits and acquisition work was over. The dealership, the police department, the estate, and the Red Hook docks had all reached their first conclusions.Â
Inside a New York State women’s prison, Leah wore a gray–blue uniform and mopped the corridor with a rag. For extortion, public threats, intentional destruction of property, and disorderly conduct, she had been sentenced to three years. At the endÂ
of the hall, a TV played business news.Â
“Moretti Group announces increased investmentÂ
in the Red Hook port project…”Â
The image flashed by. Leah caught a glimpse of aÂ
man in worn work clothes, his face covered inÂ
dust, straining to move a heavy crate across theÂ
pier. That side profile looked so much like Lucas,Â
the man she had once shown off with such pride.Â
Leah stared blankly at the TV. The rag slippedÂ
from her hand.Â
“What are you looking at?”Â
A guard’s sharp voice cut through the hallway.Â
“Back to work.”Â
Leah shuddered. She hurriedly picked up the rag,Â
dropped back to the floor, and scrubbed as hardÂ
as she could. Meanwhile, on the top floor ofÂ
Moretti Group headquarters, every thread led backÂ
to me. The dealership. The police department. TheÂ
estate. The Red Hook docks.Â
I stood before the floor–to–ceiling window andÂ
looked down at the glittering New York skyline. MyÂ
assistant opened the door and walked in.Â
“Ms. Moretti, the board meeting this afternoon isÂ
ready.”Â
“Also, there’s an update from the Red Hook docks.”Â
“Lucas was punished for slacking off and sent toÂ
scrub the freezer warehouse.”Â
“Leah was sent to solitary for stealing soap fromÂ
another inmate.”Â
I poured the cold black coffee in my hand into theÂ
potted plant beside me.Â
“Don’t bring me updates on those two again.”Â
I turned around.Â
“Let’s go.”Â
“To the board meeting.”Â
In New York, the Moretti family made the rules.Â
And I was the one who wrote them.

