Hotandmean.24.04.04.kira.noir.and.miss.b.nasty....

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.

“You’re a bitch, Noir.”

Miss B. Nasty leaned forward, her smile sharp as a stiletto. “Then you should’ve brought something prettier than that attitude. See, I don’t give. I take . And right now? I’m taking your reputation.” HotAndMean.24.04.04.Kira.Noir.And.Miss.B.Nasty....

And then the night swallowed her whole—leaving Miss B. Nasty alone in her velvet cage, smiling at the one who got away. “You’re a bitch, Noir

Kira didn’t flinch. Instead, she uncrossed her arms and let her jacket fall open—just enough to show the wire running down her ribs. See, I don’t give

“You’re late, Noir,” B. Nasty purred, swirling a drink the color of a warning. She sat on a velvet throne, legs crossed, looking like sin carved into a gown.