Summary
Sequel to Collision. Lisa is trying her hardest to form a family with what little she has without the shadows of her past interfering. This task proves to be impossible when Jackson returns, harboring terrifying news and a deadly secret.
Prologue
Jackson stared at the man pointing the gun at him with shock and hatred.
"You're supposed to be dead," he said, fear filling every inch of his body.
"In case you can't remember, it isn't the first time I've cheated death," Bentley said menacingly, his eyes filled with equal hate.
"How could I forget?" Jackson put his hand behind his back, pulling his gun out of his back pocket.
"Oh, Jack," Bentley said, shaking his head in disgust, "you'll never learn, will you?" He fingered the trigger of his gun dangerously. "I'd drop the gun if I were you, buddy. It might get you in trouble."
Shit, shit! Jackson thought. "What gun?" he said with mock innocence.
Bentley ignored him. "Don't worry about Lisa," he said. "She's in good hands now."
Jackson's features filled with dread. "If you hurt her…"
"You'll do what? Haunt me to death?" And with that, he pulled the trigger.
Jackson felt the bullet penetrate his skin, entering between his ribs and into his spinal chord. He fell to the ground, the feeling slowly leaving his body as he sank into unconsciousness.
Lisa…was his last thought as darkness enveloped him.
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Okay…this was supposed to be chapter one, but it was so short that I decided to make it into a prologue. So Dixon Bentley's back! Dun dun DUN! He's also pissed, which isn't a good thing. Jackson isn't dead, so don't worry about him. This fic is the second in a trilogy, which is what I decided to do after I finished Collision. I just LOVED writing that story, so I'm writing another one. Update will be soon, I promise! (Unlike my week-long hiatus before today…urgh. I'm never going on vacation again).