The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 438

Hans felt a cold tingle crawl over his scalp. His eyes widened, panic flickering in them. “Laura, let her go.”

“Let her go?” Laura let out a rough laugh. Her face was slashed by branches, streaks of blood standing out against her pale skin and pooling along her jawline. As she tried to smile, the dried blood seemed to crack and splinter.

It made her look almost monstrous.

The smile faded from her lips. “I’ll let her go when she’s dead.”

All the while, Franco had been fighting Parrish, but his attention kept darting back to this tense standoff. The second an explosive went flying in Petty’s direction, he broke free from the Green family’s bodyguards and bolted toward her.

He arrived just in time to see Petty clutched in Laura’s grip, Laura’s gun pressed hard against Petty’s head. Petty’s lips were blue from the mountain cold and exhaustion, her body so thin and fragile, she looked like she might just blow away with the next gust of wind.

A heavy chill settled over Franco’s features, his hand tightening on his gun, the tension making his knuckles creak.

Despite every careful plan, this was the one thing he hadn’t seen coming. He never imagined Laura would actually catch up to them here.

“Franco.” As soon as Laura saw him, something soft flickered across her face.

She had always known: if Petty was in danger, Franco would come for her, no matter what.

In fact, deep down, Laura had always known Franco loved Petty. He just wouldn’t admit it, and after a while, she’d forced herself to believe he didn’t love Petty at all.

She used to think that, with so much bad blood between their families, Franco would only ever hate the Lane family. Loving Petty should have been impossible.

But not only did Franco still love her… he loved her even more now.

Seeing Franco start to edge closer, Laura jerked Petty a step backward, pulling her tighter.

“Stop right there!” Laura’s voice cracked as she shouted. “Don’t come any closer, Franco. I mean it!”

“Whatever you’re angry about, just take it out on me,” Franco said, his voice gravelly and ice cold. “Let her go.”

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