Pirate Gyrl- I'm behind in my reading as well, as well as writing my other FanFictions.. Ugh. I feel like a failure sometimes! Life just gets crazy and gets in the way. It happens. I'm just glad that you're enjoying this story so far. I hope you continue to enjoy it! It's been fun writing this one. :)

Jackson picked Rebecca up off of the bed and brought her over to the closet, which he placed her in. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes to beg him to let her go. Jackson knelt down next to her and caressed her face. "Such a beautiful girl. Too bad you had to help Lisa out." He gave her a mock frown. "Awww, don't worry." Jackson looked over at Lisa, who was still passed out on the floor. "No matter what happens, you won't feel any pain. Well, except for this." He took a needle out of his pocket and stuck her with it. Then he closed the door. Reveling in the tears flowing down Rebecca's face.

He turned his attention back to Lisa, who fell to the floor when she passed out. He didn't even bother to catch her when she fell. After all of the pain that he had suffered at her hands, he was going to let her suffer some pain as well. Even though he hadn't caused her to pass out physically, he knew he was the cause of it. Lisa thought he was gone. Gone for another forty or so years. She thought she would never have to see him again. Jackson chuckled at the thought of her being so naive. The Lisa he knew would never have been naive. Something had changed. And he knew what that something was.

He put his right hand into his pants pocket and pulled out a beautiful diamond ring. Three big stones were surrounded by lots of little ones. The middle stone was red, and the stones on the side of that were blue. The little ones were clear. He didn't understand how Lisa's boyfriend, Nash, could have thought that Lisa would like this ring. It was too gaudy for her. The Lisa he knew, and he knew her pretty well or at least he did, liked simple things. Lisa would have been happy with just a plain wedding band. He looked at Lisa and put the ring on the table by the bed.

Fed up with the fact that Lisa was still unconscious, Jackson left the room. He walked to the kitchen downstairs, grabbed a bowl and filled it up with water. Walking upstairs, he cursed the fact that Lisa hadn't aged badly. She was still as beautiful as she was ten years ago. When she first walked into the room, his heart had skipped a beat. Sure, he had been following her around for a while now, but he hadn't seen her up close since they were in the court room, and she was testifying against him.

He walked into the room and found her still passed out on the floor. Walking over to her head, he dumped the water on her head. "Wakey wakey!"

Lisa sat up, startled. "What the hell?!"

Jackson rolled his eyes. "You passed out. I got annoyed. I got water, and I threw it on you." He sat back down on the chair next to her. When she turned to look at him, he realized that even when she looked like a drowned rat, she looked absolutely beautiful. He shook the thought away. There was no way he was going to let her get to him this time.

Lisa looked around the room, and panic set in on her face. "Where is Rebecca?" Jackson didn't answer right away, and that was not okay with Lisa. "Where is she Jackson?"

"She's fine."

Lisa jumped to her feet and ran from one side of the bed, to the other. Then she looked under the bed. There was no Rebecca to be found. "Where is she?"

Jackson pursed his lips. "I told you, she's fine." Lisa didn't look like she believed him. "Leese, I have never lied to you before, so why would I do that now?"

"I don't know.. Maybe because you're crazy. You go around killing people for a living!" She gasped. "Please tell me you didn't kill her."

Jackson ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. "No. I didn't kill her. I've already told you that she's fine, and she is." He rocked his head from side to side. "She's just taking a little nap. I need her well rested for what I have planned." He noticed that Lisa was standing next to the table with the ring on it. Standing up, he walked over to her, and she backed up into the table. Jackson smirked, knowing that she was terrified of him made him happy. That might make his plans go over smoother. "Leese,"

Lisa shook her head and shifted toward the bed. "Stay away from me." He raised his arm towards her, and she recoiled. "I'm serious, Jackson! Don't touch me!"

His hand went behind her and he grabbed the ring. "Do you know what this is?" He asked as he pulled it out in front of her.

"An engagement ring?" She asked him, confused.

Jackson nodded. "Do you know whose engagement ring it is?" She shook her head. He smiled. "It's yours."

Lisa's eyes widened in fear. There was surely no way that Jackson was going to make her marry him. He wouldn't do that, right? "No. No, it's not." She knew that Nash was going to ask her to marry him, but it wasn't something that wasn't going to happen right now. Or ever, now that she was stuck with Jackson. Maybe if she did whatever Jackson wanted, he would let her go. Maybe if she did it fast enough, she could get back to Nash before anyone thought she was dead. "I don't have an engagement ring."

He gave a short nod. "Oh, but it is. Nash was going to ask you to marry him last night." She shook her head no again. "Oh, he was, and I know, because I changed everything."

"What are you talking about?"

Jackson pushed her onto the bed. "Your dinner last night. I changed all of the plans that your precious Nash made." Lisa thought she heard some jealousy coming out while he was speaking about Nash. She had to have been imagining it though, right? There was no way that Jackson would be jealous of Nash. "I set up the red table cloths, red rose petals, the red slip covers on the back of the chairs, the champagne." Lisa looked like she was going over it in her mind. "I didn't do it because it was Nash's anniversary of moving here. I did it because of our anniversary, Leese. Ours." She looked like she was about to cry. "Oh, I forgot. You don't like to talk about the red eye. It makes you uneasy." He narrowed his eyes a bit. "Makes you reach for your favorite drink at the bar."

"Stop it! Just stop it!" Lisa screamed as she tried to push him out of the way, to no avail. "I don't want to talk about it." She looked around the room and started breathing heavily again. "I just need to go home. I need you to leave me alone."

"Leese, I think you may have some PTSD because of me." He smirked. "How can we fix that?" She didn't answer. Instead, she looked at the floor to keep from looking at the man who had ruined her life. "I know that you can't get on a plane anymore." When she wouldn't look at him, he knelt down and stared into her eyes. Which looked like she was in shock. It was then that he realized one of two things. Either Lisa was playing games, or she was not the same Lisa that he had come to know, and somewhat admire her.

"I just need to go home. I just need to go home. I just need to go home." Lisa kept repeating the same sentence over and over again.

Jackson was starting to get annoyed. There was no way that she could do what he wanted her to in this condition. He really had fucked her up. Now he had to get her to relax and be her old self again. But before he could do that, he had to get her and Rebecca out of the hotel without anyone noticing. Luckily for him, when he had his men check in, he ordered them to bring suitcases big enough to stuff a body in. He himself had a way out of the hotel without being seen, but his men had to check out and leave with the women. No one was to know that Lisa was with them. And no one would miss Rebecca. Her father had lived here, but he died. Her mother still lived in Texas. She wouldn't be notified that Rebecca was missing for a few days, which gave him plenty of time.

Jackson pulled open the drawer next to the bed and pulled out another needle. He didn't want to drug Lisa, but this was the only way to get her out of the hotel. He had planned to make her go downstairs and ask to leave early, with the threat of killing Rebecca if she didn't actually do it, but in her current state, he just couldn't trust her to do that.

No. He had to do this with plan B. Jackson so wanted to make Lisa feel the agony of having another persons life in her hands. Once he got her back to normal, he would make her feel that agony. It would just take time. Time that he had, considering this was the only job on his plate right now. He could take as long as he wanted, and his bosses wouldn't even be mad. They wanted Lisa to pay. They just didn't know about Rebecca. He was sure they would be pleased with this turn of events. The addition of the girl who had helped Lisa get away and make Jackson's life hell.

While Lisa continued to chant the same sentence over and over, Jackson played with her hair. Thinking of all the things he could do to her while she was in this state. He could make her worse if he did any of the things he wanted to do. Instead, he managed to stay calm and sat down next to her on the bed. Pulling the cap off of the needle, he sighed. "Lisa, my sweet sweet Leese, things could have been different. If only you weren't so," he searched for the right word, and he found it. "Useless. You're so useless right now." He patted her face a few times. "You'll be back to your old self soon." Grabbing her arm, he sunk the needle in, injecting her with the serum. It was quick and effective. In just a few minutes, she would be sleeping comfortably. Well, as comfortably as you could when you were shoved into a suitcase.

After he watched Lisa fall asleep and lean into his arms, he called for his men. "Seth, Max! Get in here! We only have a few more minutes before someone comes looking for Lisa!"

Seth and Max came into the room, their suitcases in tow. Jackson pointed to Lisa. "Put her in your suitcase, Seth." Then he pointed to the closet. "Max, you get Rebecca." Jackson took his suit coat off and his pants off. Revealing a tank top and shorts. No one would recognize him in these clothes. It would be easy to get out of hotel in this get up, especially with a hat on.

He watched Seth put Lisa into his suitcase. "Do not harm a hair on her head. She's mine to deal with it." When Seth nodded, Jackson continued. "I mean it. If I see a bump, bruise, or any other marks on her body, you will pay."

As Max put Rebecca into his suitcase, he said, "Don't worry, boss. I'll make sure nothing happens to Rebecca."

Jackson snickered. "I don't really give a rats ass about what happens to her. Just as long as she stays alive. You can play with her or whatever you want to do. Makes no difference to me. I just want her alive. I want Lisa to see what happens to people who betray me and hurt me."
Seth and Max zipped up their suitcases and set them upright. Gently. "Ready when you are boss."

Jackson threw his suit at Seth. "We can go just as soon as you stuff that in with Lisa." He smirked. "This way, she can have the scent of me with her the whole way. Maybe even dream about me." Seth stuffed the suit in, right next to her face. "I hope that if she does have a dream, it's frighteningly good."

When they made it to the lobby to check out, Cynthia was helping them. "Do you know when the manager left your room? She's been gone for quite a long time, and the boss is getting angry."

Seth looked at Max. "She left about ten, fifteen minutes ago. Other than that, I don't know where she is."

Max spoke up next. "Didn't she say something about needing air and wanted to go outside?"

Cynthia smiled. "I'm sure that's it. She's been going through such a tough time lately." She took the room key from the men. "Thank you staying at the Lux Atlantic, and we hope you enjoyed your stay enough that you'll want to come back."

Seth smiled. "We definitely enjoyed our stay, and got everything done that we needed. We'll be back."

Max and him turned and walked outside to the parking lot, where they opened the trunk of their car. Jackson was already on the road, and he was going ahead to set up the cottage that they had for the women. His instructions were to load the suitcases in the trunk, fill the gas tank up, as well as a few gas cans, and then turn the music up so loud that in the event the girls woke up, no one would be able to hear them scream.

They set the suitcases in the trunk, and put locks in place to make sure that if the girls did wake up, they couldn't open the suitcases. The trunk was shut, and Seth smacked Max on the shoulder. "You ready for this road trip?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."