Ashton's POV:
I swing open the door to the once abandoned building, but isn't anymore since me and my gang took it over. I quickly close it behind me and run my hand over my face. The cops were searching when I was walking here from the library and I barely got away from their search lights.
"Where've you been, man?" Red asked. He's one of my friends and is in my gang. He's 18, and no, Red is not his real name. We call him that, well, because if we send him out to get some of the messy job done, he comes back covered in blood. You know what colour blood is? Red. That's exactly how he earned his name, but that's also the same reason we don't send him out to take care of those types of jobs much anymore. It creeps me out when he comes back like that. Plus, it was only a matter of tim
