Jason's pov _the high school hitman_

I drive up to the spot. Its a dark alleyway, between two apartments, the walls are lined with decorated fire exits. Its dimly lit with a single street light. I load my small hand gun with ammunition , then I see my target. He's wearing a red and white Swede suite, he walks down the alley with a couple goonies. Just before they enter a building . I shot him, then his other two henchmen , straight through the head. I drive away calling the cops with a pay phone sure to wipe my finger prints off. Its just my life, yes 3 men are dead but every one dies , nothing new. I drive home pulling up in a mansion driveway , I store my car and gun in a car garage , it has about 15 different getaway cars. I get back in the house and my father is sitting up to the table. He a cigar in his mouth and a angry expression. " hey pops" he smiles stretching his hands out he mumbles "my boy " I give him a hug careful to stay clear of his cigar. I think from the age of six my father had a cigar in his mouth and ive never seen him without one since. I through a envelope on the table. Then grab some leftover pasta from the fridge.

He stands up and smiles taking his cigar out for a moment " my boy its time to celebrate". I look at him confused. He smiles brighter grabing a bottle of champagne " your my best hitman, the fruit of my balls the ." I interupt " dad its just a normal night no need for celebration" he shakes his head. " boy I'm proud, your the best I got you take after you old pops" I roll my eyes as he grabs my shoulder with reasurrence " your little boyfriend better be proud, eh you should bring him over for dinner" he walks over to his room . " alright dad." he nods putting the cigar in his mouth " night son" I sigh " night dad".