Chapter 50 The Teeth

• The mark’s name is Langford — old money new enough to stink, private art collection full of hush-hush ledgers stuffed behind faux gold frames.
• Perfect pickings for a four-man crew who make ruin look pretty.
• Ellerei slides through the lobby like she owns it — black dress, slit up one thigh, hair pinned high to show the soft cut of her neck where Knox’s teeth left faint marks only she knows are there. Her lips curve poison-sweet when the doorman flicks a glance too low — she doesn’t flinch when she catches Knox’s eyes over the man’s shoulder.