As Kira turned to leave, Miss B. Nasty called out: “Next time, I won’t let you walk.”
“Darling,” she said without looking back, “there won’t be a next time. I’m the fire. You’re just the heat.”
Kira paused at the door, the red exit sign painting her silhouette. HotAndMean.24.04.04.Kira.Noir.And.Miss.B.Nasty....
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.
Kira found her at The Gilded Cage , a club where the air tasted like regret and cheap champagne. As Kira turned to leave, Miss B
“You’re live?” B. Nasty’s eyes flickered. First time Kira had seen her blink.
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 just the heat
“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.”
“I’m not here to trade barbs, B.,” Kira said, sliding into the opposite seat. “I’m here for the drive.”
“You’re a bitch, Noir.”