B. Nasty was the queen of the underground auction houses, all razor cheekbones and a laugh like broken glass. She’d stolen a hard drive containing Kira’s last client—a washed-up producer who’d bet the wrong money on the wrong horse.
“Takes one to catch one,” Kira replied, palming the hard drive that had just been slid across the table under a napkin. “Pleasure doing business.” HotAndMean.24.04.04.Kira.Noir.And.Miss.B.Nasty....
“You’re a bitch, Noir.”
For a long second, the two women stared at each other. Then B. Nasty laughed—low, genuine, almost admiring. ” Kira replied
“Darling,” she said without looking back, “there won’t be a next time. I’m the fire. You’re just the heat.” Noir.” For a long second