Franco’s teeth broke the skin on Petty’s lip, making her gasp in pain. He finally let go, his eyes, no longer hidden behind glasses, sharp and intense.
He wiped the blood from her mouth with his thumb, his other hand gripping the back of her neck even tighter. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, low and threatening, “Petty, don’t test me.”
Petty was shaking, her anger making her voice rough. “And you don’t test me either. If it comes to that, I’ve got nothing to lose. I have one life, Franco. I’m not afraid to use it.”
His gaze bored into her. “You want to die that badly?”
She stared right back, refusing to look away. “Go ahead. Try me.”
It was like he didn’t even hear her. He just pulled her closer, holding her so tightly she couldn’t move. With one hand, he brushed the hair from her cheek, revealing a face streaked with dirt and flushed from anger.
“You look like a mess,” he said.
“Let go of me!”
Franco ignored her, his voice cold. “Drive. We’re going back to Misty Vale.”
The car started. Petty found herself trapped in Franco’s arms again. The moment she tried to shout at him, he cut her off with another hard kiss.
When they finally pulled into Misty Vale, Franco carried her out of the car without a word.
Susan saw them and immediately lit up, her smile wide and relieved. She’d figured Petty moved out because she and Franco had fought, and now it looked like things were patched up.
She clapped her hands together. “Franco, Petty, have you eaten yet? If not, I’ll get dinner started.”
Franco was already heading up the stairs, Petty still in his arms. “No need. Just make something for her.”
Susan blinked in surprise but didn’t ask more. She turned and headed for the kitchen.

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