Lauren Angel – He Said He Just Wanted the Files

Lauren Angel – He Said He Just Wanted the Files

The office was supposed to be empty after midnight, just her and the thick manila file she had spent months building against the syndicate. Rain ticked against the high windows. Then the door clicked. She barely had time to look up before the goon was on her—broad, silent, smelling of cheap cologne and wet wool. Files scattered. A gloved hand clamped over her mouth. He wasn’t there to talk…
White rope came out of his coat like it had been waiting for her. He bound her wrists behind the chair first, then her ankles to the legs, working with brutal efficiency while she twisted and swore into his palm. When he dragged her to the floor and started the hogtie, knees bent, wrists lashed to ankles, the rope biting into her skin, she understood this wasn’t a warning. It was erasure. Every last page of her case was going into the shredder once she was out of the way…