The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 428

Franco stooped and picked up the gun from the drenched ground. The metal was cold, slippery in his grip, lifeless. His knuckles nearly glowed white from how tightly he held it, his hand trembling with pent-up tension.

One look and he knew. This was the gun he’d given Petty.

Just moments before, she’d used it to cover him. Her aim had been quick, sharp, deadly—just like he’d taught her back when he’d gone by Malcom. Anyone could see she was protecting him.

He could have taken care of those guys on his own, no sweat, but the instant Petty pulled the trigger, it felt like something exploded right in the middle of his chest.

Now he just wanted to find her, to see her, to give her hell for what she’d done. Did she have any clue how dangerous it was? Did she understand what she’d risked?

But she was nowhere in sight.

“Petty…”

The name slipped out, stuck somewhere deep in his throat. Shadow and anger burned in his eyes, cold as steel.

“Franco!”

He looked up. Along with the men who’d gone after Jay, three others stayed behind with him. Their eyes dropped to the gun in his hand—they recognized it too. They knew exactly what it meant, who he’d trusted enough to give it to.

Their faces set into stone. They split up, spreading out through the tangled brush, searching for any trace of where Petty had gone.

Franco swept his gaze over the wild, overgrown woods. The rain was fading now, drops falling here and there, ticking against the grass. A thin white mist curled up from the earth between the trees.

On the ground, the grass was flattened, but there weren’t any drag marks or signs of a struggle.

“She didn’t get taken,” Franco muttered. He squeezed the gun, jaw clenched, his entire face hardened with icy determination.

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