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

That night, the problem had a name: .

Kira paused at the door, the red exit sign painting her silhouette.

“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. HotAndMean.24.04.04.Kira.Noir.And.Miss.B.Nasty....

“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.”

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. That night, the problem had a name:

“I’m not here to trade barbs, B.,” Kira said, sliding into the opposite seat. “I’m here for the drive.”

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.” Nasty purred, swirling a drink the color of a warning

And then the night swallowed her whole—leaving Miss B. Nasty alone in her velvet cage, smiling at the one who got away.