The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 43

Petty had no idea how Franco managed to get the code to her place in Belvedere Heights. If he wanted something, he always found a way.

But sending people to bring all her things back, completely ignoring what she wanted, just turned her leaving into a joke.

She didn’t even hesitate. Striding straight toward Jay, she reached out, ready to yank her suitcase from him.

“Give me my bag!”

Jay just shook his head. Without Franco’s orders, there was no way he’d hand it over. He gripped the suitcase handle tight. Just as Petty’s fingers almost brushed it, Jay twisted the handle and shoved the suitcase out of her reach.

“Sorry, Petty.”

She grabbed at empty air.

When she spun around, her suitcase was already rolling away, gliding right over to Franco.

His long fingers curled around the handle. A small flick and he slid the suitcase behind him, out of her reach.

The two men, both towering over her, just played keep-away like she was some kind of joke.

It would have been funny if she weren’t so furious. Petty shook with anger, clenching her teeth so she wouldn’t lose it in front of them.

She took a slow breath, forcing herself to sound casual. “It’s just a bunch of junk. I don’t even want it.”

She spun on her heel and headed for the door.

Franco’s gaze slid past her like she was barely there. He looked at Jay, and a second later, the door slammed shut right in her face.

She grabbed the handle and twisted, but it didn’t budge.

Locked. From the outside.

Her grip on the doorknob was so tight her knuckles turned red. Her eyes burned with fury. “Franco, you’re unbelievable!”

Franco walked over, loosening his tie with two fingers, a mocking smile playing at his lips. “Weren’t you the one making a scene?”

“We’re getting a divorce! I have every right to move out. Who are you to stop me?” Petty’s voice was sharp and loud.

She remembered that night at Hassan’s birthday party. All those people saw Franco defending Laura…and Hassan too.

Laura was his ex. But who was Hassan to him anyway?

Franco’s hand froze on her wrist for just a second.

Petty tried to wrench herself free, but as soon as she twisted away, Franco pinned her hands flat against the door.

“You coward, Franco. Don’t act like you haven’t wanted to divorce me for ages.”

She fought to get away, her shoulder slamming into the light switch. The bedroom went dark in an instant.

Only a thin line of light spilled out from the bathroom, barely reaching the corner where Franco held her.

“Mmph!”

His tie wound tight around her wrists, and he held the other end firmly in his hand.