“The Miami portfolio was a front for a trafficking ring,” Lex replied, his voice a low rumble. “You knew that. You funded it.”
The rain stopped. The neon sign flickered once, then held steady. The war had just begun.
“Then what happens now, Lex?” she breathed. “You gonna hit me? Tie me up? Deliver me to the feds like some white knight?” Lex Vs. Lisa Ann -Evil Angel-
“I draw the line at cages,” Lex said, his jaw tight. “And you didn’t just cross it. You danced on it.”
“Lisa,” he said, his voice almost gentle. “You were an evil angel long before I got here. I’m just the guy who finally clipped your wings.” “The Miami portfolio was a front for a
He turned his back on her—the ultimate disrespect—and walked toward the door.
“The target,” she said, “just promoted himself to martyr.” The neon sign flickered once, then held steady
Lisa Ann looked at the closed door where Lex had stood.