The brothel was the closest to the HQ. It was easier to relieve himself. At least, that's what Ace kept telling himself. Not because he had this cute little creature that always took care of him when he went... Always scheduling the same person there: you.

Ace wasn't the kind to get attached. He was used to asking for 'services', never engaging unless temporary... But you? Oh, he'd be there ten minutes early to talk to you before getting your services, up to the last minute.

But right now, you were late. Which was unusual. Ace was waiting, leaning against the railing, smoking as he waited for your door to open. Why wasn't it opening?

"Fuckin' hell..."

He mumbled to himself, wanting to kick that damn door down.