Lisa woke up and stretched. She smelled coffee and heard jazz music floating through the car. After rubbing her eyes, she looked over at Jackson who smiled at her. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Jackson." Her voice had an edge to it. He couldn't understand why. "No coffee for me?"

He looked at her and handed her his coffee. She shook her head and looked out the window. "Leese, what's the matter?"

She scoffed. "You never answered my question last night."

He narrowed his eyes in confusion. He was absolutely sure that he had answered her last night. "Yes, I did Leese. You were just asleep when I did."

She looked at him with confusion. "Well then, why don't you tell me what the answer was."

"Why don't you tell me what the question was again."

She groaned and looked forward out the window. "You know what the question was Jackson." She put her hand on her head. "But, if I have to tell you again, I will. I asked you why you made me marry you."

Jackson pursed his lips and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He pushed down harder on the gas petal. "Do you really want to know? Cause if you really want to know, you're going to have to wait till we get to Miami, and we're going to get there in record time."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to speed Leese. That's what I mean. I'm going to drive recklessly."

He pushed the petal down to the floor and they started going faster. Lisa gripped onto the door. "Jackson, slow down! You're going too kill us!" She screamed.

He reached over and caressed her face. "I would never kill you. At least not while we were driving." At that exact moment the car swerved and she screamed again. "Jesus Leese, put a sock in it."

"If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. But don't fucking kill us!"

He smirked as he eased up on the petal. "I'll tell you when I'm ready." He looked behind them to make sure that he hadn't attracted any attention to them. "And if you think we're staying in Miami any longer than we have to, you're wrong. We have places to go and people to see."

She gawked at him. "I have to plan my fathers funeral."

"I know."

"I have friends there Jackson. I can't just never come back there. I also have a job you know!"

He snickered. "Your point? You're my wife now. My job doesn't keep me in one spot for long, and I can't have you telling anyone what I do."

Lisa shook her head and sighed as she laid her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. She just couldn't believe this was happening. How had she been forced into another situation with Jackson? It was seeming like this was going to be the way her life was going to be. Unless. . . Her head shot up. "I want a divorce."

Jackson swerved the car into the breakdown lane and put the car in park. He turned towards Lisa and gave her a glowering look. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." She said then swallowed, knowing that she was on dangerous ground.

He grabbed her by the chin and she gasped. "You even think of leaving me, and Cynthia dies next. Got it? I'm not done with you yet." He let go of her and situated himself back into his seat. "When I'm done with you, if you choose to leave, then you can leave."

Lisa sat there crying silently. She felt like all she did these days was cry. Ever since she met Jackson. It wasn't right that one man could have so much power over someone's life. The car slowly started moving and she dreaded the moment that she had to introduce Jackson as her husband. People would definitely think that she was the one who planned the whole assassination attempt on Keefe. She punched the door.

"What is wrong now?" He asked irritated.

She shook her head, but thought better of not telling him. "If I introduce you as my husband, everyone's going to think I'm really the one who tried to kill Keefe."

Jackson laughed out loud. "That's what you're worried about?" He reached over and started rubbing her neck. Lisa was not comfortable with all of his touching. He seemed to like playing married a little to much. "Don't worry about it. He was killed when you were nowhere around, so your name is clean."

"That doesn't make me feel any better!"

He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "It should. He was killed thousands of miles away from you."

Lisa pulled her hand away and looked at the radio. "How much longer till we hit Miami?"

"About ten hours."

She sighed and looked him. "Can we listen to something else other than Jazz music? It's going to put me to sleep again."

"No. I actually like it. It keeps me calm."

Lisa ground her teeth together. "Well it's driving me insane."

He shut off the radio and looked at her. "Happy?"

"No." Then she remembered that her iPod was in her purse. "I like music that keeps me calm. So I have a compromise." He looked at her questioningly. "I'll use my iPod while you listen to the radio."

He nodded as he pulled over again and looked at her. "Don't do anything stupid." She rolled her eyes as Jackson got out of the car. How many times was he going to threaten her with her friends and family? She looked back and saw that the trunk was closed but there was no sign of Jackson. There was however a car behind there's. She looked around to see if he was coming to the front of the car, but he wasn't.

Lisa didn't know if she should get out of the car to go see where he went, but something was telling her that something wasn't right. She sighed as clenched her fist for thinking so much. She opened the door and walked to the back of the car. Jackson was on the ground holding his head and groaning. "Jackson! What happened?" She asked as she knelt down beside him. She looked behind her to see if anyone was in the car to ask if they could help, but no one was there. She turned back to Jackson. "Come on, we have to get you back into the car." Lisa put her arms under his and started to lift him when she felt her hair being pulled. She let go of Jackson and he fell to the ground with a loud thump. Lisa cried out in pain.

"Jackson! Help me!" She screamed. Jackson turned his head and looked at her as some guy had massive amounts of her hair in his hand.

"Ms. Reisert, we've been looking for you."

She was pulled to her feet and dragged backwards to the car and shoved into the backseat where there was a guy sitting there. The door she was shoved in was slammed shut and the guy who grabbed her, jumped into the front seat and backed up then drove away.