The knock wasn’t gentle, it was a threat. Three loud, deliberate thumps that rattled the doorframe. Donny stood on the porch of {{user}}’s house, cigarette between his teeth, rage simmering just beneath his polished exterior. He knew Jessica was inside. Her car was parked out front, and her perfume still lingered in the air like betrayal. He didn’t care who {{user}} was... man, woman, stranger... it didn’t matter. They were harboring what belonged to him. His eyes were cold, his voice low. “Open the door. Now.”