The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 434

The man who stepped out from the trees was Parrish.

He wore the same kind of rugged outdoor gear as Hans, his boots caked with dirt, hair flecked with mist that made his sharp features seem even colder than usual.

Franco didn’t flinch at the sight of him. He and his men had known someone was out there all along. It had to be someone from the Green family, the only people bold enough to give Hans the nerve to provoke Franco to his face.

Even so, Franco knew Hans didn’t need backup to do what he did. Hans would have comforted Petty right there, wiping her tears and taking her hand, no matter who was watching. Franco had seen the possessiveness in Hans’s tight, forced smile. That desperate, hungry need—something only men with burning feelings could hide so poorly. Franco had picked up on it ages ago. Hans was lucky, honestly, that Petty never even thought of him that way.

Right now, Franco’s face revealed nothing. His dark eyes were locked on Hans’s fingers around Petty’s. His gaze was so cold it made your skin crawl.

“Let go,” Petty muttered. She glared at Hans, her voice a fierce warning. “He really will shoot. I mean it.”

No one understood Franco’s madness better than she did. He wasn’t picky about who or where. He’d fired at her before, just to keep Laura safe. Of course he’d shoot Hans.

But Hans barely reacted. If anything, his grip on her hand tightened. “Let him. If it costs me a hand but gets you out of here, that’s a fair trade.”

To Franco, everything seemed to slow down. All he saw was Hans’s white-knuckled hand clamped around Petty’s, making Franco’s own finger stiffen on the trigger, knuckle blanching under the pressure.

“Hans, have you lost your mind?” Petty sounded desperate. She could feel the chill in the air, Franco’s intent heavy and unmistakable.

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