The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 64

Petty let out a small, dismissive sound and rolled the window up.

She drove back to The White Estate, where Adelaide was still napping.

***

That evening, Galen pulled into the parking lot at Night, a club he’d been to a hundred times. Franco’s car was already there.

He got out, grabbed the sealed bag Petty had given him from the passenger seat, and walked inside, his coat loose and flaring behind him.

In the private room, it was just the usual crew—maybe seven or eight of them, all old friends.

Galen spotted Franco right away, lounging on the sofa with a drink in hand. The guy looked different tonight, out of his usual sharp suits and dressed instead in a dark brown jacket. It made him seem a little softer, but Galen knew better. Franco could look as chill as he wanted, but the guy was cold-blooded underneath it all.

Still, Galen had to admit Franco looked good, whether he was dressed up or down. No wonder Petty was hung up on him. Their group was full of good-looking people, but Franco was different—devastatingly handsome, with a body, bank account, and confidence to match. Guys like him didn’t come around often.

Galen made his rounds, greeting the others before stopping by Laura. He told her she should eat something if she wasn’t planning to drink. Laura had once saved Franco’s life, so everyone treated her with a kind of quiet respect.

Then Galen walked over to Franco and handed him the sealed bag. “Petty told me to give this to you.”

Harris glanced over from his seat near Franco. On the other side of the table, Laura watched with an unreadable expression.

Franco just shot the bag a cold look and didn’t reach for it.

Seeing that, Galen dropped down next to him. “Didn’t you ask for this? I bring it over and you don’t even want it? What’s your deal?”

Galen started to fiddle with the string on the bag, making it look like he was about to open it.

Franco snatched it from him in a heartbeat.

Galen grinned to himself. He’d known Franco would react that way. Why did the guy always have to pretend he didn’t care, when it was so obvious he did?

A few minutes later, Jay came into the room. “Franco.”

Without opening the bag, Franco handed it over. “Burn it,” he said, his voice flat.

Galen stared. He wasn’t even going to look at it? Just like that?

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