Finish The Job

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Chapter Three

When Lisa woke up from her little nap, Jackson was asleep on the floor, his blue eyes partially open. Assuming he was sound asleep, Lisa went to step over him and he grabbed her foot and pulled her down to the ground. Lisa yelped in surprise.

Like he would really fall asleep and leave her to her own devices. She needed to give him more credit than that. He may be exhausted, but he was no fool.

"Nice try," Jackson hissed at her, as he forcefully grabbed her wrists, and yanked her to her feet.

"Why thank you, Jack," she replied with a smile.

Jackson was seething with anger. Any use of his nickname was liable to set him off. He head-butted her without a second thought and grinned as she passed out in his arms.

Lisa was not going to get away from him a second time. She had made an idiotic fool of him last time. She would not win this time. She would die this time, like she should have in her home. He should have killed her that day and saved himself a lot of trouble. He should have killed her right after she made the phone call. Lisa Reisert was nothing but trouble.

Twenty minutes later, she came around with a loud moan.

"Haven't you learned your lesson yet, Leese? You can't win, so stop trying and start cooperating," Jackson explained to her, annoyed.

"And where will that get me?" Lisa questioned sarcastically. "A shallow grave?"

"If you don't cooperate, then yeah."

Lisa shivered involuntarily, causing Jackson to smile. "You would kill me, wouldn't you…" stated Lisa sadly.

He hated females and their emotions. He knew exactly what she was trying to do and it was not happening again. He was not going to feel pity for her again. He was not going to feel anything but pleasure at her death.

"Come along, Leese," Jackson sang, yanking her up and pulling her along. He led her upstairs and down a hallway. He did not stop moving until they reached a bright room. "There's your room."

"What?"

"This is where you'll be living. Enjoy," he smirked before shoving her inside and locking the heavy wooden door on the outside.

He listened to her attempts to break down the strong door and her screams of frustration. She would not easily accept the fact that there was no escape from his house. All the windows were sealed shut and not with tacky nails. All of the main doors required a code to enter or exit, or else an alarm would go off. Plus, Jackson would be keeping her away from the doors. He had taken great care to prepare for Lisa's arrival. He had bought her new clothes, her favorite shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, soap, lotion, and whatever else she needed. He had been sure to remove any potentional weapons from her room and in all the other rooms that she may be given access to.

Jackson planned to let her live in a style to which she would easily become accustom to. He would check with his employers about her and see if they needed Lisa for anything else before he killed her. As soon as he got the okay, he would begin his meticulously planned torture of Lisa.

"Lisa, are you hungry?" Jackson questioned a while later, knocking on the door that led to her bedroom. He did not want to invade her space, yet he needed to check on her.

"Go away!" Lisa replied, sounding not unlike a teenager.

"Do you want to eat or not? It's really a rather simple question, Leese."

He really should not care if she ate or not, but he could not have her dying before he was ready. It would mess up his plan and Lisa had already done that too many times.

"I guess I want to eat," she muttered.

That was a good enough answer for him. Jackson unlocked the door and prepared for her to make a break for it. Oddly enough, she was nowhere near the door. Lisa was not trying to escape for once. What a surprise. Instead, she was curled upon the pink spread that was identical to the one at her dad's.

"Leese? What are you planning on doing to me now?" questioned Jackson, entering the room warily and plopping down on the bed beside her.

"Nothing. I just want to know why you went to all this trouble. Why did you do this?"

"To make you comfortable. You're going to be here for a while."

"But why? Why did it have to be my life that you ruined?" Lisa questioned, tears in her eyes as she looked at Jackson. "Why did you pick me? Why come back after me?"

"It was always business and it still is business, Leese. Nothing more."

"You say that, but I don't believe it."

What was it with women? Always 'reading between the lines' and crap. They needed to find better ways to use their time. Lisa needed to see a psychologist or something if she thought that he meant something by singling her out. He just wanted to finish the job. He did not love her or anything mushy like that. He could not stand the bitch, who had single-handedly destroyed his life and job thanks to one plane flight.

Plus, he never had feelings. All he had was logic. Feelings were allusions, nothing more. And he prided himself on being emotionless, so even if he felt bad for her, he could not afford to show it. If he had ever felt the slightest bit of attraction towards Lisa, he would have written it off as a fluke and forgotten it. Not that he would have felt anything, like she seemed to believe.

Right? He was a professional and had a job to finish. Nothing would get in the way of finishing the job.

Jackson still wanted to strangle Lisa for her audaciousness. There was no way in hell that he liked her. If she was not already crying, he would have choked her and knocked her around a little bit. But something stopped him. Was his cold heart finally warming up enough to allow him to feel real emotions?

He was sure that he hated her—she had nearly killed him with her antics. Then why was he feeling so conflicted?

"You don't understand your feelings, do you?" Lisa whispered, the tears ceasing, as she slid closer to Jackson, meeting his piercing blue-eyed gaze.

"Why are you suddenly so interested in me? I'm keeping you here against your will, remember?"

"You don't hate me, as much as you'd like to believe it."

Why was she so convinced that she was right? Why did she care? Didn't she hate him as well?

He felt her lips on his and his blue eyes went wide in surprise. What possessed her to do this? Was she insane or high? If he did not know any better, he would have suspected that she was doing drugs. But she wasn't.

"No, Leese," he hissed, pushing her away from him. "I'm not falling for your tricks again."

Author's Notes:

It's a little on the short side, but I didn't have much for this part and for the next chapter either. The final chapter should be pretty long though. I finally figured out exactly what I want to happen throughout the story and I'm looking forward to seeing how it turns out and what everyone thinks. This chapter is a turning point in the story.