The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 311

If she slipped away without a word, Franco would never track it back to them.

When Petty woke up, she started packing. Most of what she needed, she could buy once she reached Coralia. She just put two sets of clothes and her grandmother's photo album in her suitcase. Once she was done, she glanced at the time, then headed to the airport.

It was the weekend, and traffic was light, so the drive was easy. When she got there, she checked in her car keys and found a seat in the departure lounge to wait for her flight.

Petty wore a mask and a hat, falling back on old habits as she scrolled through the news on her phone.

Suddenly, something stopped her cold.

Breaking News: Early this morning, police responded to a call and found the body of an unidentified man by the river. Investigators learned from his phone that he was the anonymous whistleblower who had recently reported suspicious activity at a warehouse owned by The White Group on the west side. Police also found a suicide note on his phone...

A chill shot through Petty, icy fingers running up her arms and straight to her heart.

How could he be dead?

Why was there a suicide note?

It all felt forced and staged, as if someone wanted to bury the truth...

She was just about to tap for the full story, when the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway made her look up.

Bodyguards crowded into the entrance, sealing off every possible way out.

They stepped aside just enough for Owen to stride in, crisp in a tailored suit. He wore a small smile, almost amused. "Petty, where do you think you’re going?"

***

His fingers traced the line of her collarbone, traveled up her neck, hovered briefly on her lips, soft and pink.

Just as he let out a deep breath, about to part those lips for a kiss, she suddenly opened her eyes and aimed a kick at him.

She was too weak to do any real damage, though. Owen easily caught her ankle, his thumb lazily rubbing against her skin.

He let out a low, almost gentle chuckle. "Still trying to kick me, huh?"

His hand slid to her waist, palm warm against her skin. "I know you’re tough, so I gave you enough sedative to make sure you couldn’t even stand."

Petty glared at him, her eyes cold as ice. A sharp glint flashed in his own eyes, but he swallowed it down quickly. "I thought about adding something stronger," Owen said quietly, "but I want our first time to be something we both remember. I want you here with me, fully awake."