Sweet Surrender
Discord Marie
Disclaimer: I own nothing Red Eye related. Or do I?
A/N: Five months after the terrifying ordeal that took place on the Red Eye, Jackson Rippner decides to check on his girl. Jackson/Lisa
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The car pulled into a giant indoor garage attached to a rather large mansion. This didn't seem like the type of place that Lisa imagined Jackson living in though. The mansion was gaudy and nothing of it reflected Jackson's personality.
"Take care of Ms. Reisert for me, would you?" Jackson asked without even waiting for a response, disappearing into the house.
When the driver came to open Lisa's door she was ready to attack. He opened the door and she kicked the door the rest of the way open knocking the driver onto his butt. Lisa dashed from the car and made sure to kick the driver hard in his face to momentarily knock him out.
Then taking off her heels she ran from the garage, pausing at the entrance to make sure Jackson wasn't waiting. Then she snuck around to the side of the house where there were less windows and she wouldn't easily be spotted from inside the mansion.
Lisa did not make it very far though. She was several yards from the house when she felt a sharp pinch in her leg, a tranquilizer dart. Lisa tried to keep going, but the sedatives were too strong.
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Jackson carried Lisa up the stairs of his company's mansion. He knew that she would try to escape, so he had increased the security. He was not at all surprised to hear that she attempted to make a run for it. He cradled her limp form while he carried her up to the room he had prepared for her.
Lisa's room was next to Jackson's on the top floor at the end of a hall, there wasn't much to the room. A single twin sized mattress, some toiletries, and clothes. Jackson tried to make the Spartan room as comfortable as possible without giving Lisa too many objects that she could use as a weapon.
Jackson was not at all gentle when he dropped Lisa onto her bed, hoping that it would wake her up. Nothing happened though; Lisa just lay there vulnerable. Jackson couldn't resist brushing her auburn curls from her face.
The timid knock at the door caused Jackson to growl at being interrupted in such a private moment. He slammed open the door and sent an icy glare down at a kid no older then 19. The boy looked terrified to have to relay a message that Jackson was wanted in the conference room.
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