He opened the door to the apartment, walking in. He wrinkled his nose at the stale stench it had to it. It smelled as if no one had lived in it for months. That was true. He had been away since the the first part of the year and frankily, he missed it.

Life for Jason Luke Sexton was filled with things he missed. He missed his bed. He missed home cooked meals. He missed his privacy. But most of all, he missed his life. It seemed so much easier when he was just a college boy, stirring up trouble with his best friend Jamie.

Jamie.

Now there's a name he hadn't heard in a while. James Robert Maddox. Jamie for short.

The two of them, plus their friend Bam, were the kings of Xavier University. They were known as 'The Bayou Boys'. They fucked every beautiful girl they could find and made as much trouble as three twenty year old could make. if it weren't for their powerful families, Jason was sure they would have been expelled or worse, sent to prison. Especially after that last time. He wondered if the guy was ever able to walk again.

Jason closed the door, dropping his keys in a dish on an end table next to it.

No more deals. No more forfeits. No more hotel rooms. He was back to his own life again but there was a big question that still remained.

What now?

How was he going to go back to his life when he'd been away from it for six months?

Where would he start?

What would he do first?

Well, the first thing he wanted to do was sleep in his own bed. By himself.

He climbed the stairs to his loft style room. Clapping, the lights popped on one by one, illuminating the room as it always had. He looked around at the mock Van Gogh paintings and sculptures from a couple of amateur artists. His eyes finally settled on the center of the room where is bed was.

Jason walked to the bed, falling down onto it. His body bounced a little before it came to a stop. Now this was more like it. He could already feel his shoulders and muscles begin to relax. He was dog-dead tired. Physically and Emotionally. He didn't know how he was able to last as long as he did. Luck probably. No, maybe it wasn't luck because there was a time he enjoyed his work. There was an andrenaline rush, always, when he was allowed to go in and finish the job his boss couldn't do. It wasn't a glamorous lifestyle. Not how Brando or Pacino portrayed it in the movies. It was much more demanding. And there was a hell of a lot more blood. 

Jason clapped his hands again, the lights going off on command.

At that moment, he had everything he wanted.

Now all he needed was sleep.

He closed his eyes.