John's response was a quiet, mocking chuckle. He glanced down momentarily, then looked back up at her with a chilling intensity. Slowly, he pushed aside his suit jacket, revealing the gun nestled in the holster at his waist.
"And you don't know what I'm capable of," he countered, his tone icy. "One word from me, and you won't be walking out of this bar. Your husband can do nothing to protect you. So save your threats."
Maya felt the blood drain from her face, her bravado evaporating as the reality of the situation hit her. She had dealt with many men in her life, but none as dangerous as him. The implication of his connections, possibly with the underworld, sent a chill down her spine.
"Cooperate," he said sternly, "and you'll benefit. As I've told you, I'm your well-wisher. I'm not here to make things difficult for you."
