"Look here miss Marin, do you take the police and law for a joke?" The prosecutor asked glaring at her in annoyance. "Why turn yourself in if you're not even going to say anything?" He huffed.

Jessie stared at him blankly as she had for over the last half an hour, what could she say? Patricia only said to turn herself in, she didn't say what to do when she did. Was she to co feed to murders she did not commit? Like hell she would such a thing if she didn't have to. She also considered telling the prosecutor the truth but what could she do? How does she confess the truth without hurting Jason?

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"It doesn't matter anyway, we have enough evidence aganist you to charge you for the murder of your driver." He said.

"And what would my motive be?" She said, first words coming out of her mouth. "What? My finger prints on the murder weapon? That could easily be fabricated. Look I didn't study law or anything but I have acted movies that had to do with it. The only thing you people are achieving here is tarnishing my reputation. You don't actually have any evidence to put me away." She said bluntly. "So do me a favour and stop spreading rubbish."

The prosecutor scoffed. "It would be advisable for you to come clean and cooperate with the persecution. You might get a lesser sentence."

"Go to hell." She spat.

"I'll bury you with that." He stated dangerously and Jessie rolled her eyes as he walked out angrily.

She placed her hand on her chest, shutting her eyes to stop the tears. She did not feel a quarter inch how she just acted. She knew for a fact that they sent much more innocent people to prison just like that. But she would never give anyone satisfaction of seeing her cry or broken.

"I hope you're hear with a more convincing case." She sassed as the door opened, not bothering to look at the person at the door.

"Is that really what you want?" A familiar voice said and she spun around real quick. Meeting gases with Jason.

"How...?" She said softly, getting up she went straight into his arms. Holding onto him so tightly, suddenly even though she knew everything was falling apart, right there in his arms she felt safe.

Both of them said nothing for a while, they just stood enjoying the warm embrace.

"Jessie are you okay?" He asked, pulling away but still keeping her in his arms as he searched her for bruises.

She nodded quietly. "You don't have to explain anything, I know about the threat, Katherine as well as Tony's girls."

"How? Paul?" Shw whispered slightly, struggling to keep her tears at bay and her voice steady. Admittedly it was increasingly difficult, with him so close it took everything she had not to break down and cry, but she wouldn't, no she couldn't.

"Paul knows about this?" Jason frowned. And so did Jessie.

"If not Paul how do you know?" She asked, suspicion starting to grow in her dark irises.

Paradise.

But he couldn't tell her that, she couldn't know about Paradise, how does he get out of this?

"What did you think would happen when a panicked bodyguard would call?" He blurted.

"What?"

"How the hell did you knock out and escape thirteen bodyguard?" Jason asked in attempt to change the topic although he was also curious.

Jessie looked up at him in alarm as well. If he didn't know about Paul then she shouldn't dig him deeper into the hole that was Jason's wrath.

"A woman has the rights to her own secrets." She smiled anxiously.

"You don't have to worry, you'll be out of here before you know it." Jason said changing the topic.

"How?" Jessie asked happily complying.

"Don't worry just leave it to me, okay? Trust me?" He said softly brushing her cheeks with his thumb as he cupped her face with both arms.

She nodded.

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"What the hell is going on?" Jason breathed, his eyes wide with trepidation and his heart full of rage.

Paul sighed, how was he going to calm him down right now? Even he, was finding g it difficult from running into the crowd and beating up the cops that dared put handcuffs on Jessie and the crowd that dared ridicule her.

"Jason" he said softly but Jason wasn't having any of it.

Jessie faced was full of utter shock and she was visibly shaking. The crowd so violent yelled, ridiculed and battered. The reporter as vicious as ever.Giving her not one moment of peace, she didn't even make an effort to answer. Even though she was in shocker brain could make at least that good a decision.

How? How did she get from sharing a moment with Jason to being cuffed. Dragged out of the police station with a jail bound bus, vicious reporter and a raging crowd waiting right outside for her.

Jessie shut her eyes as a single stray tear fell down her cheek. Biting her lip in an attempt to hold her tongue before she lashed out at the reporters that took absolute delight in this.

"Jessie Marin do you admit to killing your driver and the innocent Dianna Flores?"

'No, I'm innocent.'

"Why did you kill your driver?"

'I didn't kill him.'

"Are you satisfied with disappointing your millions of fans?"

'How can I be satisfied with- that's a stupid question.'

"What were you thinking when you shot your driver?"

'Nothing, because I didn't.'

"Owww!" She yelled as a large egg broke over her forehead, and the gooey inside rolled down her eye, nose and lips. The tears had the perfect excuse now the fell freely, she couldn't stop it. But she still refused to cry, or was she just to weak to do so?

"Stop Jason." A firm grim held onto his upper arm as he began to advance towards Jessie.