“You’re live?” B. Nasty’s eyes flickered. First time Kira had seen her blink.
“I’m not here to trade barbs, B.,” Kira said, sliding into the opposite seat. “I’m here for the drive.” HotAndMean.24.04.04.Kira.Noir.And.Miss.B.Nasty....
“You’re a bitch, Noir.”
As Kira turned to leave, Miss B. Nasty called out: “Next time, I won’t let you walk.” “You’re live
Kira found her at The Gilded Cage , a club where the air tasted like regret and cheap champagne. ” Kira said
For a long second, the two women stared at each other. Then B. Nasty laughed—low, genuine, almost admiring.
Kira paused at the door, the red exit sign painting her silhouette.