The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 343

How could someone as tough as Jay possibly get hurt?

Still, after he finished talking, Aaron caught what looked like the tiniest hint of a smile on Jay’s usually unreadable face.

He stared in shock. No way… It must have been the light playing tricks on him.

As if this giant, emotionless block could smile.

Jay stood in front of him, just a bit taller, his energy cold and unapproachable.

A car tore down the road ahead, tires screeching. Peering through the windshield, Aaron spotted Laura’s bodyguard behind the wheel. No question, Laura was in that car. Instantly, he got ready to chase after it.

“Aaron,” Jay said out of nowhere.

Aaron froze mid-step, startled that this stiff, stoic guy even remembered his name.

“Move it! Franco took Petty and now he wants to keep Laura safe too? No way! He can’t have it all!” Aaron snapped.

But next to Aaron’s righteous anger, Jay seemed ice-cold and distant. His eyes were impossible to read as he said, “Laura is still useful.”

They hadn’t found a matching marrow donor for Pip yet, so Laura stayed on as the backup plan.

Franco was waiting.

Aaron’s team hadn’t managed to reach the hospital fast enough, while Eaton’s crew had arrived the moment the Green family’s bodyguards gave chase.

While both groups duked it out, nobody paid attention to The White Family’s bodyguards quietly slipping in from the hospital’s side entrance.

In the car, Laura told her bodyguard quietly, “Take me back to The Glades.”

“Laura, The Glades is easy to find. It’s not safe there,” the bodyguard warned, trying to reason with her.

A stubborn light sparked in Laura’s eyes. “Take me back anyway,” she insisted.

Right before Franco swept her onto the helicopter, Petty heard him whisper her name close to her ear.

Her brain buzzed and she reacted fast, snapping back, “Screw you!”

Before she got the last word out, he covered her mouth and bundled her onto the helicopter.

The door closed and, just like that, they were airborne.

Sitting by the cabin door as the helicopter rose above Cabinda’s night lights, Franco kept Petty wrapped snug in his arms, a blanket tucked around her.

She wasn’t in the mood to enjoy the beautiful view outside.

Franco leaned in, pulling her close. “Try to get some sleep. I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

She barely opened her mouth before his voice dropped, firm and low. “Swear again and I’ll make sure you can’t.”