“Learn to use it.” “Why do I need this?” she asked, still holding the handgun like she was debating whether or not to drop it and run. “Because my father is smarter than we are. He’ll be onto us eventually. You might need it.” “So if your dad comes after me, you’re giving me a gun to kill him?” she asked, sounding sarcastic. “So he doesn’t kill me instead?” I let out a sigh. “Fuck, you’re dumb,” I said. “Like he’d come after you himself. That’s for the guys he’ll send. If anyone kills him, it’ll be me. Now, get out.” I jerked my chin toward the door, pulling another cigarette out of the pack.
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