"Just tell us anything which you know about Jackson Rippner."

The demand was becoming increasingly tiresome to Amelia as she sat in the back of the black SUV which was riding through the streets of London. She had no idea where they were going or where she was. She just knew that something wasn't right. Jackson had told her that his firm would kill her straight away, but, they hadn't. She was beginning to wonder if she had a chance to get out of the mess she had found herself in.

"I don't know much about him," Amelia shrugged nonchalantly. The blonde man sat next to her was looking out of the window with sheer boredom. That was the only explanation which she could give to his look. She'd continued to stare at his tall and bulking frame, her eyes pleading with him to let her go. He was nothing like Jackson. They were complete opposites yet worked in the same firm.

"I find that hard to believe," he said back to her, his tone bitter as his blue eyes finally focused on her and she gulped once, shaking her head at him, pleading with him to understand. "You've certainly spent plenty of time with him. The two of you have been on a mad dash throughout Europe."

"It's like I keep telling you," Amelia groaned, "Jackson is a private person. He didn't tell me anything about himself. I promise you that. He just said that as long as I stick with him then I'm safe. What else could I do?"

"Nothing, it appears," the man replied to her. "Where is Rippner now?"

"I don't know," Amelia said. "We had a row and he left the hotel. I don't know where he went."

"What was the row about?"

"It was stupid," Amelia mumbled to him, her voice low and this time she was the one to look out of the window cautiously, biting down on her bottom lip as she thought about what they had argued about. When she looked back at it then it seemed stupid. It had just been sex.

Yes, it had been wonderful and more than she could have imagined. And now she wanted it to mean something. She hoped that it meant something. She sure as hell knew that it was something to her. Even her denial couldn't deny it.

"I'll be the judge of that," the man said to her and she shook her head.

"I was getting homesick," she lied. "I took it out on Jackson and he left. He told me that I could fend for myself."

"Ha," the man grunted, "look where that got you."

"I know," Amelia replied. "I'm stuck here with you and I have no idea what is going to happen. But I promise you that I know nothing about Jackson or what he does or what he did. He said nothing to me. All I want is to go home back to my mom and dad. I never asked for any of this to happen."

"Yes," the man mused, his hand scratching at the stubble forming on his chin as he did so. "Your parents are particularly upset at the moment, what with the loss of your brother."

Amelia remained silent, her eyes glaring at him as he looked back at her with the vaguest hint of amusement and she gulped, not sure if she was going to burst out crying or lunge forwards to hit the man in front of her.

"You didn't honestly think that you could save him, did you?" he asked her, wondering if she really was that naive. "We get the job done regardless of what happens. Rippner failed and I was there to pick up the pieces. It wasn't hard."

"You...you killed George?" she checked and he curtly nodded once at her.

"I assure you that it was swift and painless," he spoke as if that would help her get over the loss of her brother. "I cannot guarantee you the same safeguard if you continue with your un-cooperating."

"I don't know anything!" Amelia wailed at him and he rolled his soft eyes. "I'm telling you the truth! Jackson never said anything and I don't know where he is. Just let me go home!"

"That's not an option," he said, pressing buttons on a phone and quickly texting. "You see, we need to borrow you for a while. We think that you can lure Jackson to us."

"Why the hell would you say that?" Amelia grumbled. "He's not in love with me, for heaven's sake. He probably couldn't wait to get rid of me."

"Why else would he keep a mere tourist around for so long if he had no feelings for them?" the man retorted back to her whilst Amelia gave the inside of her cheek a good chewing to, thinking about what he had just said to her. "No, Rippner would have gotten rid of you at the first chance possible if he didn't fancy you. He's a loner and cares only for himself. You've got to him."

"You're totally wrong," Amelia said. It was the only thing she could think of saying in this situation. "Jackson will have skipped the country without me. He's not going to come back and save me."

"We'll see about that."


Jackson continued to walk aimlessly around the streets of London with nothing but the bag on his shoulder as luggage. He didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do. He just knew that being out in the public was the only way someone would notice him and that's what he wanted. If the firm noticed him then he'd be able to get back to Amelia. He knew that he should never have left her in the first place. It had been stupid, but, he'd been angry with her. Caring just caused people to get hurt. Did she not know that?


The soft voice drew him out from the daze which he was in as he saw a car pull up against the curb, the window slightly rolled down and he saw her. She looked as if she had been crying, her eyes rimmed with red circles and the bags under them visible as her glasses sat on the end of her snivelling nose.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr Rippner."

The new voice was one which he didn't recognise. All he knew was that it couldn't be good. He pulled the door open to see a blonde man with his arm around Amelia's waist, a gun pressed against her side as she remained focused on him and him alone.

"Won't you join us?"

"What a pleasure that would be," Jackson simply said, climbing into the car and shutting the door as the doors automatically locked. "You can let her go. She doesn't know anything."

"That's funny," the man said, removing his arm from her and pushing her shoulder, forcing her across the seat and over to Jackson who was sat on the edge. "She said the same thing."

"Then you should let her go," Jackson replied and he allowed his hand to move onto her back as she leant against his side, the only place she wanted to be at that moment in time.

"I'm not letting either of you go," the blonde smirked. "Not now I've got you."


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