I May Have To Steal You
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Chapter Thirty-five
"Gotta stay awoke," muttered Lisa, fighting the urge to sleep as she drove Jackson's car home.
She could not fall asleep. Not until she safely made it home with Jackson and saw to his wounds. He had always taken care of her and now she would repay the favor and take care of him.
Lisa jumped from the Beamer and raced to the front door of their new home. It was locked and there was a high-tech keypad beside it. It figured that Jackson would only have the best security system and have decided to turn it on when Lisa needed it off. Jackson had told her that it was shut off earlier when the reception was supposed to happen. Then he had apparently turned it back on before flying to hospital.
"Guess we're stuck out here," sighed Lisa and leaned on the car. She would normally go to her dad's, but she didn't have a key and it would be far too easy for someone to break into Joe's home. They were safer within the confines of the silver car. They would be fine as long as they stayed together and inside the car. Jackson had once told her that the BMW was bulletproof and with the doors locked no one could harm them. They would be safe.
But Jackson needed to be cared for. She had to see to his head wound and clean it.
Lisa grabbed the gun and the car keys. Sure enough, there was a key to Joe's house on the ring. She would slip inside and grab the first aid kit and then run back to Jackson. If anyone tried to mess with her, they would be sorry.
She darted across the street and quickly unlocked the front door and slipped inside the dark house. Wandering around, she found her way into the bathroom and removed the recently restocked first aid kit from its place. After locking the front door behind her, Lisa dashed back across the street and stopped dead in her track when she noticed two men removing Jackson from the silver car.
Shit.
"Hey!" Lisa yelled, dropping the first aid kit on the hard ground and gripping the gun with both hands. "Let go of him!"
"Awe, it's just so touching that you'd actually care for this lowlife piece of shit," said one of the men as he kicked Jackson harshly in the side.
Lisa winced and bit her lip. Couldn't they see that he was already hurt?
"I said to let him go! I won't hesitate to kill you!" Lisa called out in warning as she prepared to shoot the man who had dared to hurt Jackson in front of her.
"The bitch is probably a worse shot than Rippner—if that's even possible," the other man told his companion. He obviously did not think that Lisa would shoot them.
"Are you sure about that?" Lisa questioned before firing three rounds into the man who had hurt Jackson. He fell to the ground dead and Lisa whipped the smoking gun around to face the other man.
"You're crazy!" cried the man, looking down at his dead partner and then at Lisa who was trying not to get emotional. "Fucking insane!"
"You've got two choices: either put my husband down gently and get your sorry ass out of here or I will kill you."
The man dropped Jackson and took off. Lisa sighed deeply and lowered the gun. She was really sick of having to kill people. She bent down to the ground and cursed. The first aid kit had busted open when she dropped it and all the cleaning supplies had been ruined. The bottles of liquid were broken from holes caused by the concrete. Everything was drenched and dirty. There was no way now that she could clean Jackson's head wound.
Just her luck.
Lisa left the first aid kit in the street and tucked the gun into the waistband of the jeans she was wearing. She raced to Jackson's side and carefully placed him back inside the Beamer. He was still unconscious and Lisa wondered if he had fallen into a coma. She hoped that he was going to wake up soon. She was too exhausted to stay awake any longer to monitor him.
She crawled into the backseat with Jackson and pulled his head into her lap. She made sure to lock the car doors this time after replacing the key in the ignition. Lisa fell asleep watching the steady rise and fall of Jackson's chest—the only sign that he was still alive.
Jackson was going to be fine. He had to be fine. They were both going to be just fine.
His head fucking hurt. He could vaguely remember getting cracked over the head with a gun. But Lisa! Where was she? Was she hurt?
Jackson bolted upright, nearly slamming his already injured head into the low ceiling of the Beamer, as he jumped up—thinking he was still on the ground in the parking lot of the hospital. His sharp, yet worried blue eyes caught sight of it just in time and Jackson ducked. The last thing he needed was to hit his head again. A familiar whimper filled his ears and he spun around, blinking to adjust to the early morning light.
Lisa shifted uncomfortably on the seat beside him. Her eyes were closed and she was clearly distressed. Whether it was a nightmare or his disappearance, he could not tell. Jackson looked outside the window and noticed that the car was parked in the driveway of their home.
Reaching up into the front seat, Jackson pulled the keys from the ignition and unlocked the doors. He slid out of the backseat and hurried around to the other side to grab Lisa, stepping around the body in the driveway. She stirred slightly and clung onto him, apparently semi-aware of what was going on, as he picked her up and hurried to the front door.
Jackson had designed a new security system for their home himself and installed it. Nothing would get through his defenses and harm Lisa. He pressed his finger onto a keypad's fingerprint reader and then typed in a complex sequence on the keypad and unlocked the door with a key. He stepped inside and locked the series of locks on the front door before turning to attack another keypad and announcing himself for the voice recognition.
"Jackson Rippner," he said while typing at the keypad, disarming all devices inside the house and arming the outside ones.
Satisfied that no one could get in and they were not about to get hurt, Jackson carried Lisa upstairs and into their bedroom. He laid her down upon the bed and went into the closet to grab pjs for her and himself. When he returned, Lisa was awake and smiled at the sight of him.
"Nice nap?" Jackson questioned.
"It was okay," Lisa yawned, stretching. "How's your head?"
"Fine. I have a very hard head," Jackson said with a grin and Lisa rolled her eyes. It was very true. One well-placed head butt from Jackson and you were out and/or seeing pretty, colorful stars for quite some time.
"Need some help getting cleaned up?" Lisa offered, looking at his bloody head. If she cleaned the wound then she would know exactly how serious it was.
"Sure," he relented and headed into the large bathroom, Lisa at his heels.
"Sit," Lisa ordered Jackson. "Good dog."
"You're pushing it, Leese," growled Jackson as she found the brand new--and extremely full--first aid kit. He did not particularly enjoy being referred to as a dog.
"I can't help it," Lisa said with a smile as she attacked Jackson's head with a cotton swab.
Jackson flinched and tried to yank the swab from Lisa's hands. Lisa was faster and cleaned the wound thoroughly before relinquishing the dirty swab to him. Jackson stood up and pinned her to the wall and glared at her with his blue eyes.
"Do you have any idea how much that fucking hurt?" Jackson hissed.
"I'll make it up to you," Lisa whispered and kissed him.
Jackson woke before Lisa. He left her—his sleeping angel, his perfect wife, his Lisa—and walked into the kitchen. He lightly scratched his head and felt the bump from the gun. He was going to kill those bastards who had dared to jump him in the parking lot. That was if Lisa had not already done so.
Twenty minutes later, he returned to Lisa with her breakfast on a tray. The smell woke her and she looked quizzically at Jackson.
"It's not 3am is it?" she asked with a raised eyebrow as she looked from the scrambled eggs to Jackson.
"…oh and scrambled eggs at 3am…" said Jackson while he told Lisa about her habits.
"No," replied Jackson. "But they are still your favorite, right?"
"Yes, they are. It's great that you know everything about me," she remarked and gave him a light kiss. It was great but it was still unnerving at times.
"Eat up," he said with a smile and Lisa hungrily ate up her scrambled eggs while Jackson smirked at her from the end of the bed.
"What?" Lisa questioned with a mouthful of half-eaten eggs.
"Nothing."
Lisa swallowed. "What's the plan for today?"
"Visit your dad and then come back here," Jackson said lazily.
"Hmm," she muttered and finished her breakfast. "Shower?"
Jackson smirked and headed into the bathroom after moving her now-empty tray.
Author's Notes:
Hope everyone likes this chapter. It was a pain in the ass. I now understand exactly how Jackson feels after Lisa stabbed him in the throat with a pen. My throat feels the same way and my voice sounds just like his—all raspy. Enjoy!
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moment forever faded – They've got issues and hopefully they will learn their lesson soon. These were just some low-level thugs that worked for Roberts—not anyone working for Jackson's new 'boss'. Thanks!
showmethehobbit – Nope, nothing is ever really going to be normal for Jackson and Lisa. Maybe the birth of their baby, but that's about it. Thanks!
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