Franco’s eyes narrowed, just a little. The little fox had noticed him.
He hadn’t even made it near the building before Aaron showed up with a crew, blocking him right outside the glass doors.
“Franco, Petty’s already asleep. If you need something, come back tomorrow,” Aaron said.
Franco flicked the burnt-out cigarette into the trash and stared at him, looking bored. He let out a laugh. “So I’ll have better luck during the day?”
Aaron hesitated. “Of course not.”
Franco’s smile chilled into something sharp. “Then why waste time talking? If you’re going to stop me, just do it.”
Aaron squared his shoulders. “Hans made it clear. If you show up here again and disturb Petty, your deal is off. Are you really sure you can keep Laura safe?”
Franco barely acknowledged him. “Hans isn’t upstairs?”
Aaron swore silently. Was Franco really so sure he could protect Laura... from everything?
Still, he was right. Hans had left.
Petty had barely spoken all day. Hans had waited until she’d fallen asleep, then slipped out to handle trouble at The Green Family. His uncle’s old followers were making waves again.
Franco, ignoring Aaron, walked straight for the entrance. Aaron lunged, blocking his path. “Sorry, Franco!” His voice was tense, no room for argument.
But then, a bunch of black cars pulled up. The doors flew open and Jay stepped out. Aaron’s blood went cold.
Of all people—why did it have to be that giant again?
Behind him came the sounds of fists landing, a scuffle breaking out.
Unbothered, Franco strode into the building, took the elevator, and stopped outside Petty’s door. He quickly punched in the passcode.
Access denied.
He paused. They’d changed it again.
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