As Kira turned to leave, Miss B. Nasty called out: “Next time, I won’t let you walk.”
“Every word you just said about the auction, the stolen goods, the blackmail—sent to three different precincts,” Kira said softly. “Hot. And mean.” HotAndMean.24.04.04.Kira.Noir.And.Miss.B.Nasty....
“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. As Kira turned to leave, Miss B
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