The neon glare of the “Evil Angel” sign bled through the rain-streaked window of the penthouse suite, painting the room in strokes of sin and shadow. Lex stood with his back to the glass, arms folded, a mountain of quiet fury. Across the marble floor, in a leather chair that cost more than a car, sat Lisa Ann. She wasn't lounging. She was throned.
“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 .” Lex Vs. Lisa Ann -Evil Angel-
Lisa Ann looked at the closed door where Lex had stood. The neon glare of the “Evil Angel” sign
“I draw the line at cages,” Lex said, his jaw tight. “And you didn’t just cross it. You danced on it.” She wasn't lounging