1"Nice try, Leese," he said, his eyes cold and flashing. "You almost got me with your clever disguise. Good thinking on your part, I must say." He wrenched the tie painfully from Lisa's hair and threw it to the ground, along with the coat. Jackson muffled Lisa's screams for help with his hand.
"Lisa," he whispered angrily, slamming her hard against the concrete wall. She moaned in pain. "That was really stupid. All it got you was even less trust from me. I was trying to be nice, cooking you dinner, inviting you for some tv time. But no, you had to go and be Miss Heroine and run away. Definitely not smart."
Lisa tilted her head back, trying to wrench her face away from Jack's grasp. He slapped her sharply across the face and she began to cry.
"Listen," he said, his eyes flashing. "My associates are parked everywhere around Miami. About three of them saw you enter the store. You try to escape, you get caught. Simple cause and effect relationship, Leese."
Lisa averted her eyes to the ground and Jackson grabbed her neck. She started to kick him, clutching desperately for air.
"You need to learn that I have more resources than you, I'm bigger than you, and I have more control," he said menacingly. Lisa kicked and writhed for air, and then Jackson released his grip on her throat. She collapsed to the ground, breathing and gasping heavily. Jackson pulled her up and looked directly into her eyes. "Ready to behave now?"
Lisa surrendered, nodding her head in defeat. "Come on," he said. "We've a few calls to make."
He put his arm strongly around her shoulders and, clutching her tightly to his side, creating the illusion of two lovers, steered her to a red Trailblazer and sat her in the passenger seat. Jackson buckled her in, and Lisa breathed in sharply when his hand grazed her chest. Jackson slammed the door and sat himself in the drivers seat. They drove the short distance in silence, Lisa with her head against the window.
They finally pulled up to the house and Jackson climbed out, putting the keys pointedly in his pocket. He pulled Lisa from the car and she stumbled over the sidewalk, tumbling to the ground. Her skirt caught sharply and she cried out as the pavement roughly grazed her knee. Jackson was quickly at her side, pulling her up into his arms. She couldn't stop crying like a four-year-old as blood gushed from her knee and didn't notice Jackson's hand stroking her head gently, saying, "Sh, sh, it's all right."
They entered the house and Jackson set her gently on the couch and said, "Wait here."
He left the room, and reentered in a moment with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a band-aid. He gently poured the liquid on Lisa's torn knee and she screamed and swore aloud. Jackson placed the bandage over her wound and patted it down. Then, he pulled himself to sit next to her and pulled her into his arms. She still sobbed uncontrollably, but not because her leg hurt. She cried because she had no idea what she was doing as he pulled her into him and gently kissed her, and she let him.