Case 420 /finished BxB/

3. hidden knifes

A/N : I've forgotten to describe how Aspen looks like but i imagine him kinda like clive from final fantastic 16 :)

QOTC

if you could ask your favorite actor as a character in this book, who would you pick and why?
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At the door of his apartment is where I rethink the action I am about to take.

The building I was in is way old but honestly not too bad for this place. It wasn't abandoned but neither it was new. It was just right.

The smell could use some work, especially the small piss stains in the corner looking way too yellow on the gray pavement was an extra point to the grossness.

There we a lot of people passing me in the hallway. Families with a shit ton of kids bumping against me. An old couple looking at each other so passionately even while their hair has turned gray.

The hallways were 'decorated' by kids bikes and sometimes bikes for grown-ups. Also fake plants accompanied the live plants next to it looking dry and altogether dead.

My footsteps get drowned in by the sound of a baby screaming. The people are talking loud and don't seem to care about the noise. A teen with a large music box blasting some song that puts shame on the actual music industry playing on it.

I used to live in an apartment building like this when I lived with my family. We used to have so much fun there. The running in the hallways with my sister to see who can reach the apartment first was one of my fav things to do here.

I never used to notice that we didn't have much money. I was content with what I had and I still treasure the childhood memories I had.

I never imagined ash being at a place like this. Although I've stalked him more than enough I never looked a lot into his apartment except the address.

I wonder if the people here know they're living with an ex gang member a few doors away. Would they even care?

My hand hovers just before the door. Number 420 is scratched on it with a key under the actual number of the apartment.
Do I have to knock on it or can I just walk in? I am unsure about every little decision I am about to make. Why would I be here anyway? It's not MY case anymore but still.

The wandering thought of what is waiting for me behind this door is haunting my mind maybe I should go but then again I like the risk it got tied to it.

The close-to-death calls aren't enough for me and it could be a fun story if I am able to be alive to tell it.

I like the way my heart is beating faster than usual and the feeling that almost makes me dizzy.

Fuck it. I knock on the door and wait a few seconds. I could hear a person walking towards the door and stopping right in front of the door.

I quickly fix my hair and suit so I won't be 6 feet under and have messed hair and a wrinkled cheap suit I got for a job when i had to kill a suit taylor.

The person behind the door unlocks the locks of the door and I could hear the clicking sound. 5 locks in total.
I would've had to pay a fortune to have these locks all broken up if I had pretended it was my apartment to some locksmith I would pay double the amount he is supposed to be so he would shut up and do it anyways.