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“Darling,” she said without looking back, “there won’t be a next time. I’m the fire. You’re just the heat.”

“You’re a bitch, Noir.”

“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....

“I’m not here to trade barbs, B.,” Kira said, sliding into the opposite seat. “I’m here for the drive.” ” she said without looking back

“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. the stolen goods

For a long second, the two women stared at each other. Then B. Nasty laughed—low, genuine, almost admiring.