Finish The Job
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Chapter Four
The sooner he killed Lisa, the better it would be for him. He could get his life back and stop playing games with his emotions. With her gone, he would not need to try and figure anything out. He could just remain the way he always had been and ignore everything like he always had done.
He just needed the okay from his employers.
Jackson slipped a cell phone from his pocket and dialed his employer's contact number. It rang five times before anyone picked up.
"Ah, Rippner, what can I do for you today?" questioned his employer.
"I was wondering if you needed the Reisert bitch anymore or if I could just kill her," Jackson said lazily, making sure that he spat out her name in distaste.
"You can't kill her just yet because we still need her. Meet us tomorrow, 7am, at the marina near your place. Pier 3 and don't worry—we'll find you."
A click sounded as his employer hung up. Jackson sighed loudly, frustrated.
He just wanted to finish the job and finish it his own way. It gone on long enough and he was not sure how much more he could take.
A loud thud caught his attention and Jackson sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He flew down the hallway and unlocked Lisa's bedroom door, praying that she had not done something that she would regret.
"What happened?" he questioned as a dazed Lisa looked up at him from the floor beside the bed.
"I don't know," admitted Lisa, rubbing her head. "One minute I was on the bed and the next…"
"Are you okay?"
Where did that come from? A minute again he had been whining about not being able to kill her soon enough and now he was concerned? Maybe he needed to see a psychologist. That would be his goal once he eradicated Lisa from his life. He would seek professional help.
"I think so," replied Lisa, surprised as well by his voiced concern. "Jackson?"
"What? Who were you expecting?"
"I didn't expect you to listen to me. I always sensed that you weren't always who you were pretending to be. I sensed that you cared, but I never expected to you to show it."
"I still hate you, Lisa."
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Jack," smirked Lisa, a behavior learned from him.
He did not know what was happening to him. Why was this one woman driving him insane? Why was she the one person that he wanted nothing more than to destroy? There were too many questions and far too few answers.
Jackson picked her up from the ground and laid her back on the bed. She lay there, smiling up at him for a few moments, before she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down on top of her. He was going to refuse, but an urge, a feeling inside of him, told him to stop fighting. It told him that he had feelings for Lisa and to play along. To forget for one blasted moment about finishing the job and to enjoy being with Lisa.
Lisa had gotten the better of him again and this time he did not give a damn.
Author's Notes:
Sorry about the delay in posting this chapter! It was supposed to go up yesterday, but I was sick all day and never got around to typing it up. It's a short chapter but the next chapter should be up later today, so hopefully it will tide everyone over until then.