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As soon as we got in the hotel room, I'd collapsed on the bed. Jackson watched me as I curled into a ball and turned away from him. I was so tired and confused, I couldn't think straight.
"I'm going to take a shower. Don't even think about making a run for it."
I chose not to reply and shut my eyes tightly. I heard him close the door to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Part of me wanted to smash the door down and scream for help. What the hell did I do to deserve this? Why did he have to terrorise me for a second time? My life had finally got back to normal. I began going out for the first time in years and getting back something that resembled a life. What made it worse was the fact that I had no idea what he wanted me for. I furiously wiped away the tears that had started rolling down my cheeks. The shower had stopped and the door opened slowly. I felt him walk over to my side of the bed, where his bag sat. Wanting him to think I was fast asleep, I lay still, opening my eyes ever so slightly. I nearly gasped out loud when I saw it. He had a towel wrapped around his waist but his top half was bare and there was a huge scar running down the side of his chest. I knew he had scars, he still had one at the base of his throat, but this one was different.
I waited until he was fully clothed before pretending to wake up. Sitting up, I wondered how I could approach it. I cleared my throat and climbed out of the bed so I was facing him.
"Jackson, how did you get that? On your side?" Subtle Lisa. I aimed my question at the floor, too scared to look at him. There was an excruciating moment of silence before I got the courage to look at him. When I looked up, he was standing inches away from me, staring down with his jaw clenched. In a second, my chin was gripped in his hand.
"No. More. Questions." I was angry then and stared right back into his eyes, grabbing his arm that was holding my chin.
"No, Jackson. I'm sick of you keeping me in the dark. You followed me for six weeks and you know everything about me. What do I know about you? That you're a murdering psychopath? And now you come straight back in to my life, just as I was moving on and tell me you need me for something then kidnap me! That's not usually how people go about getting someone's help."
"Lisa, you need to calm down." His voice was low and threatening.
"Stop telling me to fucking calm down. This is ridiculous." It was like the rush of adrenaline was making me push him to his limits. I wasn't even scared anymore; all I could feel was hate and anger.
"Look, you're not going to like what I say either way so it won't kill you to wait until tomorrow."
Jackson's POV
She was being impossible. Why couldn't she take no for an answer? She stared at me for a second with wide eyes.
"I give up." She wrenched her chin out of my grasp and went towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, I heard the shower turn on and breathed a sigh of relief. At least I had a few minutes of quiet.
The truth was that I didn't really want to do any of this. The situation with the Keefe's was passed on to someone else in my organisation and after an almighty lecture from my boss; I'd moved on and carried on with my job. A few weeks ago however, my boss called me and asked me to bring Lisa in because he had a job for her. I was shocked. A part of me still felt guilty about what I'd done to her, even though she'd been a complete pain in the ass. I didn't want her dragged in to something new and I sure as hell knew it wasn't going to be easy getting her.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still an assassin. I can turn my emotions off in a second if I want to but there was something about Lisa that was different. She put up a hell of a fight but I kind of felt the need to protect her as well. I collapsed on the bed and led on my back. All I could think about was the car journey and how just before we pulled up she said,
"Please don't hurt me like last time."
Why did she have to say that? I couldn't even think of anything to say back. My words stuck in my throat so we sat in silence. What was I supposed to reply to that? Her voice was overfilling with vulnerability and sadness. But maybe she wanted me to feel guilty so I'd let her go. Well I had a job to do and she wasn't getting in my way this time, guilt or no guilt.
