The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 114

In the back seat, the man spoke in a calm, low voice. “Stop at the bus stop.”

“Yes, Franco.” Jay turned the steering wheel.

As soon as Petty saw their car pulling over, she stepped on the gas and cut them off right at the bus stop.

She hopped out with her camera crew, hurrying to the side of the sleek black sedan.

The bus stop’s awning offered some shelter from the wind and falling snow.

Standing under the cover, Petty leaned in and knocked gently on the car window.

Her colleagues were startled by how bold she was and quickly tried to pull her back.

“Petty,” one of them whispered, “that’s Franco. Aren’t you afraid he’ll be pissed? You actually knocked on his window? What if his people rough us up?”

“I mean, I’ve never heard of Franco attacking journalists, but he’s the head of the White family. Why would he care about us regular folks?”

Before they could finish worrying, the rear window slid down.

A face appeared that made all the women in Cabinda swoon.

Franco gave them a cool, distant look, his expression unreadable.

Petty kept her voice steady. “Franco, it’s only nine-thirty. There’s still plenty of time tonight. If we do the interview now, it’ll be quick. You’ve done this before. Half an hour is all we need.”

“I already told you I’m not available before the holidays.” Franco’s eyes were icy as he looked at her.

Her makeup was still perfect except for her lipstick, now a soft, pale shade. She didn’t look like the dazzling woman from the banquet anymore. There was something calm and elegant about her now.

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