Johny's smirk deepened as he took a seat across from Alexander, one leg casually crossed over the other.

He slid his hand inside his pocket and dropped the bullet onto the table, the small metallic changed, its sharp sound cutting through the heavy silence.

His fingers tapping idly against the wooden surface.

"I hope now you’ll back off from my woman." His tone was light, almost casual, but the underlying warning was sharp. "Anyway, thanks for the rescue. I appreciate it, but…" He paused, his smirk widening as if something amusing had just crossed his mind.

"Tell me," he mused, tilting his head, "were you just being generous, or…" His...