Hey, it's been a while! This is a short one but I really felt like updating it and I know I'll be working more on this story this weekend.
Jackson calmly watched the storm clouds rolling in as Monica's screams echoed the living room. He put his hand on the cool glass window and let Monica's voice fade into the background until it became a slight murmur. How long would he be her little cute assistant? It killed him that he was right back where he started in the business. Only this time, Monica didn't seem to ever want to let go.
Pain washed over Jackson, stunning him and disrupting his vicious thoughts. A warm like substance trickled down his face, which Jackson identified as blood. The look he shot Monica was one of hate and disgust. He always put this face on whenever faced with a target. It was meant to scare her, but Jackson forgot who he was dealing with.
"Hear me now, you disgusting prick?" She asked, out of breath.
Jackson calmly walked over to the tissue box and dabbed at his wound.
"I know you've been going to Lisa Reisert's house. I know. I don't know if you actually speak with her or see her, but I know you sit outside her house. You follow her to work. Don't you dare smile at me! Wipe that confident grin off your face, I taught that grin to you!"
Jackson quickly composed himself. If only Monica knew how pathetic she'd become.
'Now," she breathed out, relaxing a little. She made her way over to him, seductively swinging her hips and batting her lashes. "I don't care why you did it or how many times you did it. I only want to know if it will happen again."
She stroked his silk tie with her long, bony diamond covered fingers and purred closer to him.
"It won't happen again, right Jackson? You wouldn't do that to me. You know I'd be in deep if you were ever caught. I'm supposed to be watching you 24/7 as part of my agreement with Ernesto… So, it won't happen again. Right?"
Jackson nodded.
"Say it," she demanded shrilly, rising her voice a little. She cleared her throat. "Say you won't do it again," she said much softer.
"I won't do it again," Jackson mumbled, meeting her gaze.
"Good. Now get out of my sight. I'll call you when I need you."
Jackson relucantly retreated out of the room, wanting desperately to stomp over there and smack the satisfied smile off her frozen and obviously plastic face. He hated being in this delicate position.
He'd been careful since he started visting Lisa at her apartment. She moved back there not too long after he came to see her at the Lux-Atlantic. Her dad would have been terribly suspicious had Lisa invited Jackson over for dinner...
And so every chance Jackson had for the past few weeks, he'd slink on over to Lisa's with random files, trying to get a handle on this situation. At first it had been strange but over time, it had almost become normal. They'd sit side by side at her kitchen table, pouring over the seemingly never ending abyss of information. It had become tiresome and Jackson had laid off for a few days, continuing the investigation by interviewing trustworthy people though he knew this process would get him nowhere.
He knew it would have been ten times easier finding out from Monica. He knew that Monica had some sort of information on Ernesto and Ryan's whereabouts, but it would take forever to regain her confidence and trust. Besides, she was now a woman scorned. She'd often ask him over for dinner or out for drinks. All requests had been politely denied by Jackson, but Monica was not one to tolerate rejection. She punished Jackson, placing him on trivial missions and giving him the cold shoulder. Jackson had suddenly become aware of Monica's infatuation with him and realized the dangerous situation he was now in.
Monica had also been following him closer than he had anticipated. He knew Monica very well and understood she was not a woman that gave up easily. She'd hunt him down until she either had him for her own or had him so beaten down he'd be as good as dead.
He sighed as he climbed behind the wheel. A vibration in his pocket confused him for a moment before he realized it was his cell phone. "Lisa calling..." was on the display. He shook his head and glanced at himself in the rearview mirror. What an incredible mess he had gotten himself into.
