The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 205

Franco clenched his jaw, his lips pressed tightly together. The air inside the helicopter was cold enough to seep into bone. His eyes seemed even darker, almost fathomless, and behind them, something dangerous flickered.

As soon as the man dragged Petty onto the deck, Franco lifted his gun, but he didn’t aim at the man. He squeezed the trigger twice, both shots smashing into the mast where the boat’s flag hung. With a loud crack, the mast snapped. The flag whipped loose and blew straight over Petty’s face, blocking her view.

It all happened in a heartbeat. She heard bullets tearing through the air around her and something wet being shredded. The gun pressed to her forehead clattered to the deck and the grip on her arm fell away. She couldn’t see through the flag now, had no idea the man who’d held her was dead, his head nothing but a pulpy mess.

In the cockpit, Jay just stared ahead, like this was all part of a normal day. He knew Franco was the better sharpshooter, and he caught how Franco’s first shot wasn’t off target, but meant to spare Petty from seeing what came next.

Franco lowered his sniper rifle and barked at the bodyguards, “Cover me.” The men hesitated, stunned—Franco obviously planned to go down himself for Petty. No one really knew how many enemies were on that boat, and even with backup, sending Franco in personally was a huge risk.

“Franco, we’ll bring Mrs. White back, we promise,” one of the bodyguards said.

“Save it,” Franco cut him off with a shrug, grabbing a rifle. He didn’t bother with the rope ladder. Instead, he seized the descent rope and slid down fast.

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