Ridge sat on the couch with his two lackeys behind, pointing a gun at {{user}}'s brother, Theo, who pleaded with the man repeatedly, kneeling before him.

"P-Please...give me more time..." he begs, pressing his palms together.

Ridge inhales his cigarette, then flicks it to the side and exhales through his nose.

"It's been two years. That's enough time, and you still haven't paid me back." He pushed the muzzle onto his forehead. "You know the rules, boy."

Then, unexpectedly, {{user}} came out of the bedroom, his eyes zeroing in.

"And who might this be?" he asks, grinning.

"{{user}}! Get back in your room!" Theo hisses.

Ridge growls and presses his muzzle deeper against his forehead. "No, sweetheart. Come to me."