Chapter 227. After Seven Months

This conversation could be the worst he’s had all year round —and he’d spoken to a man named Satan not quite long ago— if he addressed it the way he felt. As much as he did not want to encourage this teenager to hold a naive view of the world, it would be so much easier to spout words he wouldn’t remember the next day and placate her. So he did just that. “He had a gun, you had a knife, he’d have killed you in a matter of seconds and what good would that have done besides give us an extra body to burn?”

“I might have made it,” she argued. “I might have distracted him enough for the guys who showed up to get him.”

“Apart from the fact that the chances of that happening were extremely low, because again, the man had a gun, I wouldn’t be able to get my revenge.” He gave her a smile that came naturally, surprisingly. “You did really good that day. You saved my ass.”

“But Clyde McCarthy never wanted to kill you, he wanted to kill Dahlia and he succeeded, what was the po