The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 220

“What are you doing clinging to him like that? Come here. If Laura sees you and Franco together when we’re back in Cabinda, you know she’s going to make your life hell,” Hans said, poking at Petty’s arm.

Petty tried to wiggle her head out from Franco’s chest. One of Franco’s hands was still covering her ear, the other pressed against his chest where her cheek was smushed. With explosions outside and all the chaos, she couldn’t hear what Hans was saying at all.

But Franco caught every word.

At that moment, a voice crackled in over the comms. “Franco, you guys pull out first. We’ll cover you from here.”

Franco’s eyes swept over the open ocean below. As the helicopter lifted higher, a line of ships slowly came into view on the far side of the island.

“Don’t waste time on them,” Franco said quietly, his tone like ice. “This is probably another of Abbot’s traps to keep us here. Let’s wrap this up quick.”

“Cover this helicopter,” he added. “Take the ships on the left. I’ll handle the one on the right.”

The ship on the right was clearly the main target and by far the hardest to hit.

The commander in the chopper had fought alongside Franco back in the army. He knew Franco’s reputation. No one was a better shot.

“Got it,” the commander answered, not missing a beat.

Franco shifted, cupping the back of Petty’s head and gently pressing her down until she was tucked into his lap. “Keep your head down,” he murmured.

The door slid open. An icy wind whipped through the cabin, stinging her cheeks. Petty understood this wasn’t the time to argue. She clung to Franco’s legs, staying low and perfectly still.

Franco raised his sniper rifle, his eyes sharp and unblinking as he zeroed in. Finger steady on the trigger, he eased it back with perfect control.

The shot rang out, clean and decisive. A single bullet streaked through the sky and struck the gunnery bay of the rightmost ship. The gunner slumped forward, instantly killed.

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