1Jackson. Twins. Twins sleeping on his lap.
"Hold on," he smiled cockily at her as he carried them to their room and shut the door behind him.
Lisa stood frozen against the door when he returned.
"Nice place," he sneered. "Nice guy, too. Shame I had to kill him."
Lisa let out a strangled cry and made a run for the twins' room. Jackson stopped her by shooting out his arm and pushing her against the wall.
"You asshole!" she screamed, flailing out. He slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Sh, Leese," he whispered. "Wouldn't want to scare the kids, now would we?"
She pulled his hand away. "Since when do you care about the kids?" He covered her mouth yet again and rolled his eyes.
"Moved on awfully quick, huh?" he said, taking away his hand as she let the tears fall, but still pinning her to the wall. She glared at him.
"I swear to god, if you hurt him..."
"Don't worry, Leese," he consoled her. "I didn't. But someone else might have. Now shut up."
"You think you're so clever," he told her mockingly. "Move away, new job, new life. Doesn't cut it, though, Leese. I still want you, I love you, and you can't win. Thought I had proved that to you with the little present I left. So give up this little charade. I'm going to be an assassin, you're going to be my wife, so get used to it. You love me, so why bother? I really don't see the problem."
"You have kids, you fucking moron," she hissed. "How the hell do you expect to be a father to them, a husband to me, then go kill someone the next morning?"
"First of all, I don't kill people, I manage their deaths," he smirked. "Second of all, I'm a great multi-tasker."
"They'll get hurt," she explained slowly.
"No, they won't," he replied, sighing. "But they will if you don't stop trying to be the hero."
Lisa stared at him. His own kids?
"Now, here's the deal," he told her. "You can come back with me and the kids to Miami, and the assassin outside your Mom's house in Dallas goes away. Or..." he paused for dramatic effect.
"You stay here, I take the kids, your parents die, and I come back for you later, leaving the twins with my associate with a lot of...well, let's just call them toys, shall we?"
Lisa cried out loud. "I'm not fucking going anywhere with you," she whispered angrily.
"Daddy?" a little voice said from the doorway. Jackson quickly released his grip on Lisa and turned.
"Yes, Athena, what is it sweetheart?" he asked sweetly, scooping her up in his arms. Dick, Lisa thought.
"Guess what?" he asked her excitedly. "We're going on a trip! You, me, and Jacob! We're going back to Florida, where you can meet my best friend who has a lot of toys!"
"Yay!" Athena cried. "Is Mommy coming?"
"I don't know," Jackson turned and smiled at Lisa. "Is Mommy coming?"
Lisa swallowed hard. "Yes, honey, of course."
"Go pack," Jackson told Athena. She ran off happily. Lisa glared at him.
"You, too," he ordered, cocking his head. She fought back her tears as she left the room.