Chapter 134 Beg For More

This guy wouldn’t give up. I’d already told him I wasn’t interested, yet here he was, trying again. Sure, I was looking for someone tonight, but he didn’t even come close to meeting my standards. "No," I snapped and discreetly pulled out the gun from my pocket. I didn’t lift it, but it was aimed at his position in my left hand. "But I’d be happy to put a bullet in your head. What do you think?" I smirked as his face turned pale. His lips trembled, and he swallowed nervously. Shaking my head, I tucked the gun back into its holster. I’d have to clean it later—it was still stained with blood, as were my hands. "If you don’t respect yourself, at least respect your wife," I added, raising my margarita glass. "Bastard." "What did you just say?” He started to reply, but his voice trailed off. I looked up to see him staring at the bartender in front of me. The bartender had crossed his arms, as if silently warning him off. The man walked away, but my attention shifted to the bartender now. "He