“You’re a hypocrite,” she said, standing. She was shorter than him, but the room’s gravity shifted. “You break bones for a living. You’ve put men in the hospital for late payments. But you draw the line at a few scared girls on a boat?”
“My job,” Lex said, pushing off the window, “is whatever the hell I decide it is tonight.”
“Already did.” He tossed the drive onto the chair. It bounced once, then lay still. “The next hour is your grace period. Run. Hide. Or sit here and wait for the elevator to open. I don’t care.” Lex Vs. Lisa Ann -Evil Angel-
“You’re making an enemy, Lex,” she called out, her voice now sharp as a blade. “Not a rival. An enemy. I will burn every bridge you’ve ever crossed. I will find every woman you’ve ever loved and turn her life into a litigation nightmare. I will make you nothing .”
“No,” he said softly. “That’s what you’d do. That’s the easy way.” “You’re a hypocrite,” she said, standing
“The Miami portfolio was a front for a trafficking ring,” Lex replied, his voice a low rumble. “You knew that. You funded it.”
Lex paused at the door. He didn’t turn around. You’ve put men in the hospital for late payments
He looked down at her. For a moment, the air thickened. It wasn't desire. It was recognition. Two apex predators, finally circling the same carcass.
She pulled a second phone from her dress—a burner, untraceable—and dialed a number she’d memorized years ago.
Inside, Lisa Ann stood alone under the cruel neon light. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She picked up the thumb drive, turned it over in her fingers, and smiled again—this time, smaller, colder.