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Author's note to follow at end of chapter and thanks for reading.

Chapter 4:

Lisa opened hers eyes and looked down to see a hand gently caressing the side of her leg. In a state of confusion, she glanced to her right to see Jackson lying next to her while gazing softly at her. She gasped and froze as he continued to slowly slide his hand upwards along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, trailing goose bumps along the way. With her heart racing rampantly, he leaned closer to gently take hold of her lips with his own. His kiss turned fierce and passionate, and to her unconscious mind, she found herself wrapping her leg around his waist, pulling him closer to deepen their kiss.

She moaned when she felt his harden arousal against the heat between her legs, and continued to ravish her tongue with his. Moving rhythmically and fervently with him, she pulled him directly on top of her, wrapping both legs around his waist, while pushing harder against him. He broke hold from her lips and quickly started trailing kisses down to her neck and chest, and she yelped when he roughly tugged up her shirt and began circling his tongue on her exposed skin. He gently suckled the intended spot, causing a small patch of red to appear on her skin by his handiwork.

She inhaled as she watched him unbutton her skirt and slide it down pass her legs, tossing it to his side. He proceeded to remove all his clothing, while looking down at her with wanting eyes, making her ache for him even more by the sight of his nakedness. He took hold of her panties and lifted her waist and slowly pulled it down her legs. Feeling the silky garment pass her ankles, she closed her eyes to the pure state of bliss that was pulsating within her, leaving her trembling with anticipation. He leaned over to kiss her gently again, taunting her by just barely touching his skin against hers. She arched her back and moaned, pulling him closer while lifting her hips toward his, her body pleading for him to continue. Finally, he pushed his weight down on her, as flesh touched flesh, and she cradled him tightly in her arms while nuzzling her face against his chest. "Look at me," he ordered softly, forcing her to open her eyes. She tilted her head upwards and looked directly in his eyes, making the smile that adorned her face, vanish. He was staring at her point blank with the same mesmerizing icy stare, as when he first threatened her on the plane. The same menacing blue eyes that shut her down. Then slowly, he entered her…

Lisa furrowed her brows to feel her entire body being abruptly shaken and awoken. She opened her eyes but closed them immediately from the sharp pain that began piercing along her temples. Once again she jerked and tossed where she lay, making the pain expression on her face deepen. She ran her tongue along her dry lips and swallowed, but it did little to help soothe her parched throat. What came to mind instantly was the dream she just had of Jackson, and from what little details she could still remember, left reminisce of a tingling sensation between her legs. Slowly, she peered open her eyes again, and it took her moment to realize, due to her disoriented state, that she was staring at what looked like a cushioned ceiling, which seemed awfully close to her. Gasping at the realization that something was amiss, she immediately leaned up and looked frantically around.

She was lying on what appeared to be a couch next to a wall, and was dazed to why there were so many small windows along the wall. The room shook again and she turned to the sound of someone clearing their throat. She froze when she caught sight of a set of intense blue eyes looking at her. "No," she whispered, her eyes wide with terror from seeing Jackson sitting casually across from her. She shook her head in disbelief, recalling the course of events that took place with this man. Much of it was a haze but the last thing that she remembered was that he was standing in her hallway with a towel in his hand…and then she was on the ground…with him on top of her.

"And hello to you too. You were moaning so much in your sleep Leese, that I didn't know what to make of it," he said, with a slight amused look on his face.

She blushed and felt as if she was busted from having a lustful dream about him. Regardless what he thought, she was speechless to wake up in this man's presence. She desperately wanted to believe she was still dreaming, and if she wasn't, than her current state of affairs was a continuing nightmare.

"And before you decide to start screaming your little heart out," he continued, "I need to caution you that no one will be coming to your rescue. So let's try not to get hysterical. Ok?"

In complete shock, she shook her head again and quickly moved her legs to run, but looked down to find her ankles and wrists bounded together. "You got to be kidding me," she said, in disbelief.

"You really should be happy that the bindings aren't too tight," he said, as if he was doing her a favor. "But for now, I can't cut you lose. Don't need you running amok on the plane Leese….that wouldn't be good."

She looked around her surroundings to see that she was indeed on a plane. It appeared to be small in size, like it was a personnel business plane. The rough turbulence, along with the sound of thunder and the pounding rain hitting metal, left an impression that the plane was falling apart, making her stomach feel queasy.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, as her breathing became more rapid due to the onset of fear that was creeping up on her.

"It's a surprise but I'll give you a hint…there lot's of privacy and plenty of fresh air where were going. We're actually almost there."

She shook her head to his cryptic answer. "Why are you doing this?"

"Ok. We'll have this conversation now, so I'll try to be brief and to the point." He rubbed his chin looking away for a moment, knowing he needed to select his words carefully. "I want to believe you value your life, as well as your fathers. By not taking you with me, would mean your life would need to cease to exist, and that also goes for your – "

"Why?" she asked, cutting in. "I did what you told me. We had a deal Jack!" she spat back, her heart now racing, and the feeling of a full fledge panic attack coming into full swing.

She watched him press his lips together, as if he was going to lose it but he just sighed. "I don't change the rules Leese, they do, and once that happens then I have to improvise. Thus, why you're here on the plane with me."

"Who's they? The people you work for? You people are fucking crazy!"

"Leese, that language isn't going to get you anywhere and I need you to breathe," he said, seeing her becoming more anxious by the minute. "You need to drink this," he tossed a bottle of water near her lap, "you'll feel a lot better, trust me."

While trying to fight off the tears that began to well up in her eyes, she reached for the bottle and opened it quickly to guzzle down the cool contents. Some of the water escaped her mouth and trailed down the sides of her jaw, along with the tears that dripped down her cheeks. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath and closed her eyes tight, when he continued speaking.

"But to answer your question, it's yes. My associates, and sometimes the people I do business with can change the outcome of a job, Leese. But this time it was one particular associate doing a lot of bitching about you to the company." He looked down at his watch, knowing they were near their destination. "This fucking rat influenced the group," he said, more to himself.

His disdained reference was only toward one person, O'Neal. Both had slowly become at odds over the years, which had a lot to do with status and upward mobility within the company, but ultimately it came down to money. Due to his status, he was a substantial money maker, with a lot of say on how jobs would go down. This didn't sit too well with O'Neal, who was ready to knock him off his high podium and bring his reputation down a notch, as well as trying to succeed him. Both had reputable titles within the company, but they were not equals. O'Neal was just a step behind him, working as an Analyzer, which was to examine any given plan to an assignment, and be able to voice concerns to the higher-ups that he might have. He was their second set of eyes, not to mention another go-to guy when they needed somebody technical on the scene. But his powers were limited, compared to that of a Manager, who was the planner and orchestrator of a job, and had a higher voice to rebute and utlimately supersede any concerns that would arise. Seeing his opportunity, O'Neal was now trying to smear his good name, by making a big deal about Lisa to the company than she really was, planting a seed in their heads that she could be trouble by identifying him. But he knew it was just a petty jab toward him on how he handled this particular job. Under normal circumstances, he would have taken the most efficient and effective route to complete a job, but this time he chose the latter, which the company had backed him on. In truth, he knew the Keefe job could have been successfully handled in several different ways, but it was his decision to have Lisa become an essential player to Keefe's undoing, making the assignment a lot more complicated than it really should have been.

"How's my father a threat?" she asked, turning his attention back to her. "He's got nothing to do with this what so ever."

"That threat has been directed only toward you Leese…that's if you escape and talk to the authorities. My associates are well connected and with a snap of their fingers, dear old Dad can end up in the mortuary, that's if you don't comply. Trust me, I've been on their shit list before and you don't want to be on it."

"But I know nothing about your business! How can I possibly be a threat?"

"You've seen my face. End of story."

"Ok…than why am I even still alive?"

He paused and looked at her for a moment, contemplating his answer. He wasn't about ready to divulge that she was a 'gift' and that her very existence at this point was his reward for finishing up this latest job. He never asked the company for much, and by asking them to spare her life, was like giving him a bonus.

"I wasn't going to let you die. That wasn't my initial plan," he softly said back, trying to diffuse the topic and her anxiety.

She leaned back, reflecting on his answer, which didn't satisfy her one bit. "What is it that you want from me?"

Now he was stunned. She was blatantly ignoring the obvious. "Nothing I won't force you to do." The look on his face was somber and gave no clue to what his intent was.

"Then let me go."

"You really aren't listening, are you Leese? I let you go, Daddy dies. Not by my hands but by theirs. Also, that could mean trouble for me, since I'm taking full responsibility for you."

She turned away from him, shaking her head once again in disbelief. Fresh tears started free flowing again, and she quickly swigged down more of the water to comfort the dry hollow in her throat. Wiping the tears away and rubbing her hands across her nose to stop the running, she looked out the small windows behind him. They were drizzled with rain and the sky looked vastly black. She was trapped, bounded, and heading into the unknown, and from the looks of the weather, they'd be lucky to make it to their destination, where ever that was.

She watched him get up from his seat and walk down the aisle to what looked like a small kitchen area. He opened the fridge and pulled out an item that was wrapped. He walked back to her and plopped it on her lap. "You need to eat something."

She wanted to toss the contents back in face but at the moment she was starving. She unwrapped it and saw it was a turkey sandwich on wheat. She took a deep breath, held it, and slowly exhaled out. She did this several times before she returned her attention back to him. He was still standing over her, and appeared to be genuinely concerned by her behavior. As her breathing calmed, she turned away from him to take a bite of her sandwich.

Satisfied that she was eatting, he returned to his seat and opened the lap top that was sitting next to him. He looked at her again to see her clearly ignoring him as she inhaled her sandwich. His attention returned to the screen in front of him to continue reading an article that he had saved on his computer. The story headline read: 'Breaking News: Charles Keefe Assassinated!' He thought the news of his passing hit the media pretty fast, considering that the Cleaner notified him shortly before the news hit the air ways. The message he received by the Cleaner was only one sentence: 'Subject terminated.' He officially could breathe a sigh of relief upon reading those two little words. He looked back up at Lisa, to see her crumpling up the wrapper of her finished sandwich, while trying to stand.

"I need to stand and move," she said anxiously, turning to look at him again. "Sitting here is making me anxious….this plane is making me anxious…please." She leaned her hands against the wall to catch her balance when the plane shook again. Feeling dizzy, she fell back on her seat.

He stood and walked over to her, pulling from his pocket a large pocket knife. He kneeled and lifted her ankles, making her flinch when flipping the blade open.

He cut the binding off and to her surprise he gently tugged the tape from her ankles slowly and carefully. His touch sent a warm jolt up her spine, making her blush a deep red, causing him to raise a brow by her sudden change of color. She broke from his stare, when he finally put her feet on the ground and stood.

"The door at the end to the right is the bathroom. Go freshen up, you're looking a little flush," he motioned his head toward the back of the plane. "And don't think about doing anything cute that can get you in trouble. The pilots are part of the company and I'm sure they wouldn't mind tossing you off the plane, if you do something stupid."

"Wouldn't dream of it," she responded in a derisive tone, "and what, no escort?"

She was on a roll with her sassy mouth, he thought. "No worries Leese, I can see the door from here - I'll be watching."

"What about my wrists?"

He shook his head. "Can't help you there."

"How am I supposed to…you know – " she stopped short of finishing her sentence, knowing that it was useless arguing with this man.

She stood and just before she turned from him, he caught a glimpse of reading her lips. He interpreted her silent 'fucking bastard' and watched her walk down the aisle, slowly securing each step along the way.

She opened the bathroom door and before stepping in, she fought every urge to not turn and look at him. She could feel his eyes still on her back and wanted to throw something heavy at him. Instead, she stepped in and closed the door behind her, leaning on it with her back, while sobbing quietly. Her melt down was fairly silent, which lasted a good few minutes. Feeling as if she relinquished some of the sorrow that had been building up, she took a deep breath and stood up-right trying to gather what little composure she had left in her. She moved toward the sink, only to stumble and fall on top of the basin with her elbows, which painfully absorbed the fall. "Get a grip Lisa," she said to herself, feeling as if her heart just jumped in her throat. She turned the faucet on and splashed cold water on her face making her feel invigorated but she stopped abruptly when she felt the plane drop slightly. She looked at the tape around her wrists and began desperately biting at it to break fee. Again, she felt the plane dip. Feeling sick, she flung herself over the toilet to immediately start heaving. No longer being able to hold back, she collapsed to the floor and released her anguish by sobbing loudly. She let it all out.

Jackson looked over to the bathroom hearing Lisa sobs. Even with the tumultuous sounds of the storm hammering outside, her cries were coming through loud and clear. He contemplated about putting her under again, but thought otherwise due to her current frailty. He'd already put her under a second time when they boarded the plane, which gave him a good enough accuse to dose her up again, due to their long journey. But to give her a third dose just to shut her up wasn't acceptable. Here on out, he was going to have to endure her tantrums until she accepted her situation with him…however long that would be. He actually shamelessly found her sobs kind of charming.

"Landing in five," the pilot's voice said over the intercom. Jackson was right, they were nearing their destination. He quickly moved to gather their stuff, which didn't take him long to pack, since he had a few essentials and her bag.

Lisa snapped out of it, upon hearing the male voice over the intercom. She stood and leaned over the sink, trying to catch her breath again. She rinsed her mouth out with water and wiped her face on the side of her arm and laid it there, pondering on what she was going to do next. After a long pause, she whispered, "Survive." She repeated the word softly several times, and then shakily opened the door, only to jump back to see Jackson standing in front of the doorway.

She thought for a moment that he was going to come charging at her, to assert his dominance like he did on the Red Eye flight. However, he simply said, "We need to take our seats." He didn't leave her much room to pass and she brushed next to him, jerking her body away and almost tripping on her own two feet in the process. Quickly walking down the aisle and taking her seat, she buckled her seatbelt and kept her focus to the front of the plane. She knew he was staring at her again, analyzing her every move, but she didn't look at him. Instead, she gripped her hands in a tight ball and held her breath, as the plane jerked and rattled for touchdown.

The plane finally touched ground, and after several minutes of rolling down a bumpy pathway, Jackson stood and gathered their belongings. "Let's go," he ordered.

They headed toward the door but Lisa stopped abruptly by the sight of a clean cut man who came walking from the cock pit. She wanted desperately to beg the man for help but knew it was futile, since he was obviously was one of the pilots.

"Looks like we made it in one piece," the man said, while unbolting the door.

Jackson shook the pilot's hand and both briefly exchanged words, appearing to talk business. Lisa caught site that the man was wearing a gun at his waist, which she couldn't stop staring at and desperately wanted to grab. She looked up to see both men looking at her, with Jackson shaking his head. The pilot placed his hand on his gun, tapping it was his fingers. He was smiling at her, almost mocking her desire to have it, and then turned and pushed the door open to unfold the stairs to the ground.

The brisk wind that blew in, whipped her hair everywhere, and she turned her head away in shock by how cold the air was. She tilted her head to look pass Jackson, staring wide-eye out the door to see what lay ahead. It was dark and she couldn't see much but a faint light in the distance. However, what took her breath away was the smell. It was strong and earthy. The thought of pine trees came to mind to what she was inhaling. They had to be near a forest…

Jackson saw that she was genuinely frightened when she took a step back. He reached in his jacket and pulled out a semi automatic pistol and unloaded the magazine to look at the round. He pushed it back in firmly, and then proceeded to rack the slide back from the top of the gun, hearing it snap forward, ensuring that it was loaded. "Just in case…there are lions, tigers, and bears out there," he said somewhat teasingly, looking right at her while placing the gun back in its holster.

She wasn't laughing by his attempt to make light of the situation, but apparently the pilot found it funny, by chuckling deeply. She took another step back as Jackson approached her.

"Ah Leese, just kidding. There's only two of the three predators out there, and I won't let any of them get you. I promise."

"Which two?" she asked, not finding any of this amusing.

He looked at her for a few a seconds with a slight smile on his face. "I lied," he said in a low voice, leaning closer to her. "There is a third animal you should fear as well."

Understanding the meaning behind those words, she couldn't help but swallow hard. If she had her hands untied, she'd slap him. "I thought you never lied."

He winked at her and grabbed her arm, tugging her reluctant body along side of him. "I'll make an exception this time," he said, giving her arm a little squeeze. They passed the pilot who nodded at the two, and both stepped out into the wet darkness. What lay ahead, she had no idea.

Author's rather long note:

The first three paragraphs, I had to rewrite and hold back on the good stuff due to reading that FF is cracking down on content that is beyond the "M" rating. It was written a lot naughtier but I feared my story would be deleted if I left in certain descriptions, and decided to tone it down. Uuuuugggghhhh! Also, I didn't have a beta reader reviewing this chapter, so please be kind about any grammar errors.

For those of you who have read this far, thanks for your interest. I'm hoping it won't take me as long to post the next chapter as it did this last one. There's just been so much going on in my life, that it's been difficult to put pen to paper (so to speak), and write down all my little fantasies about these two characters to continue this story. It's still no excuse for not updating sooner but rest assure, I will keep working on this story.

Also, my apologies for not going into more details about the Keefe job and how it ended successfully. In the prior chapter, I wanted the reader to get a feel that Jackson's life was on the line if he didn't succeed with the job. I decided to write a small blurb on how it succeeded in this chapter, so as to move on with the story. Also, for visual purposes, I envisioned O'Neal to be the guy in the movie that was on the boat, helping the bad guys launch their missile at the hotel. I know it's a small detail, but that's who I pictured O'Neal to be.

Lastly, thank you again to all those who have reviewed, alerted, subscribed, PM me, etc. to my stories, I really appreciate it. Feel free to let me know what you think of the story thus far by leaving a review or you can even PM with your likes or dislikes. Your constructive criticism does help my writing. Until next time everyone…