Chapter Sixty-Nine

Beckett

A man fills the doorway with broad shoulders, cold eyes, and a neutral expression that somehow looks worse than anything else he could’ve worn and I know without a doubt that he’s one of Silas's men.

He looks past Mickey instantly and spots Harlow on the couch and smiles. It’s small, slow, and cruel.

Mickey shoves himself half in front of the guy like that’ll help. “You can’t just show up