Lex Vs. Lisa Ann -evil Angel- (2024)

“My job,” Lex said, pushing off the window, “is whatever the hell I decide it is tonight.”

“The Miami portfolio was a front for a trafficking ring,” Lex replied, his voice a low rumble. “You knew that. You funded it.”

She pulled a second phone from her dress—a burner, untraceable—and dialed a number she’d memorized years ago. Lex Vs. Lisa Ann -Evil Angel-

He stepped into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind him.

On the other end, a man’s voice replied, “And the target?” “My job,” Lex said, pushing off the window,

“Then what happens now, Lex?” she breathed. “You gonna hit me? Tie me up? Deliver me to the feds like some white knight?”

“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.” He stepped into the hallway

She walked toward him, slow, deliberate. The silk of her dress whispered against her thighs. She stopped inches away, close enough that he could smell her perfume—jasmine and something metallic, like ozone before a lightning strike.

For the first time, her composure cracked. A flicker. “You wouldn’t.”