Kira found her at The Gilded Cage , a club where the air tasted like regret and cheap champagne.
“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....
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.” Kira found her at The Gilded Cage ,
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. Nasty leaned forward, her smile sharp as a stiletto
For a long second, the two women stared at each other. Then B. Nasty laughed—low, genuine, almost admiring.
That night, the problem had a name: .
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.