Warning * Incest, Sex scenes, drug use, cursing, and violence* Some scenes maybe considered graphic* I do not own these Characters only the plot!
*JON'S POV*
Jon gets back early from the mission his father sent him on he can't wait to get home to surprise his sister. He pulls into the driveway of their father's mansion that looks more like a modern day castle. He gets out of his car and goes to the trunk and pulls out all of his tools. He has to clean them and put them away and then shower to get all of the blood out of his hair from his last kill. His father had sent him on mission to kill this guy named Hodge Starkweather who worked for him that turned out to be a police informant. He thought the police could protect him and the thought of that stupid notion made Jonathan laugh. The Morgenstern's own the cops. The idiot should have known better.
*A few hours earlier...
"You're a fool! Did you actually think anyone could save you…from me? You should have never trusted those pigs. Who do you think they work for?" Jon says to Starkweather who is tied up in a chair inside one of their warehouses. Starkweather had been beaten and tortured for hours. It's how Jonathan liked it. He loved getting his hands dirty. He loved watching them in pain and hearing them scream while begging and pleading for him to just kill them already. He never would though. He loved dragging out their deaths. After all, he is known as the Butcher of New York because once he's done torturing his prey, he cuts them into little pieces while they are still alive. He cuts them up until you can't tell who or even what they were before. Because of this, he is the most feared man in the mob. Hell, the most feared man in the U.S.
He untied Starkweather and threw him on the medal slab that was by one of the walls and secured him to it. He couldn't have him squirming around while he tried to work.
"You know what comes next, don't you?" Jonathan says wickedly as he looked Starkweather in the eyes and watched as his eyes filled with horror and dread.
"Please have mercy on me!" Starkweather begged.
"Mercy?" Jonathan said then wickedly laughed. "I have no mercy." Jonathan says with a dark voice as he grabs a saw form the table next to the slab. "Don't try to hold back your screams because trust me, this is going to hurt... a lot. If you try to hold it in, you will just bite off your tongue and that wont be any fun, now will it?" Jonathan said with his most wicked grin.
Jonathan starts by cutting off all of his fingers, joint by joint, and then follows up with every part of his body. All the while, Starkweather screamed until he went into shock died from the large amount of blood loss.
...end of flashback.*
He walks up the stairs to his room where he goes to his bookshelf and pulls on a book that is really a lever. The bookshelf moves, revealing a hidden door that he opens and starts to descend the stairs that were on the other side of the door. The stairs end in a room where he hides all of his tools and weapons among many other things. There is a small furnace that is still lit from when he left and he puts the bag of tools down and cleans all of the blood off of them on a table next to it. He then puts them away and takes off all of his clothes and throws them inside the small furnace along with his shoes and watches them burn for a while.
When he is done, he heads back up the stairs to his room to take a shower. He goes to his huge bathroom with a cold marble floor and a large bath tub with jets and lights with a mirror above it. He showers in his huge glass shower and then gets out and dries off. He puts on sweat pants that are low on his hips, not bothering with underwear, that reveal his V line and abs that he knows drives Clary crazy. He then goes to a large painting of him from Clary where she portrayed him as a falling angel with black wings that is on the wall to the right of his bed. He pulls it back to reveal another secret door that leads to a passage that goes all over the house.
He walks through the maze like corridor to Clary's secret door that leads directly into her room. But when he gets to it, he hears loud moaning noises coming from the other side of her door. He slowly opens it and sneaks in where he finds his sister on top of her body guard, Jace. They are both naked and his sister is riding him while moaning that guys name. Jonathan sees RED! His fists are clenched painfully at his side.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Jonathan screams.
Clary jumps off of Jace and tries to cover herself up. "Jon! You're...home... early." Clary stutters.
"This is not what it looks like." says Jace.
"Oh really? Because it looks like you're fucking my sister." Jon says back to him.
"O...kay…yeah. I am, but... I love her. We are in love." Jace says.
"What? We? What do you mean 'WE'?" Jon asked through gritted teeth.
"I love Clary and Clary loves me. We want to be together." Jace says.
"Clary does not LOVE YOU! She LOVES ME!" Jon says murderously.
"She loves me too. You're her brother, so obviously, she loves you too…but I want to marry her." Jace says back to him.
"Marry her? You are not worthy enough! You are NOTHING but our employee! What right do you think you have to think you can come in here and try to steal her from ME?" Jonathan spat angrily at him.
"Please Jon, just..." Clary says but gets cut off by Jon.
"Do you love HIM?" he screamed while looking her straight in her eyes.
"Yes...I love him." she replied.
"YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! Or was that a lie? Was it a lie every time we were in bed together and made love...when we fucked?" he screamed at her. Jon then walks to her bedside nightstand where he knows she keeps a gun.
"Jon! What are you doing?" Clary says with fear in her voice. Jon takes the gun out, cocks it back and points it at her.
"WHY CLARY?! You promised me…YOU FUCKING PROMISED ME! You'd never leave me! I FUCKING LOVE YOU! Am I not enough for you anymore? What is it? Is it that I don't satisfy you enough in bed anymore...that you have to fuck the help to get off? Or is that you just don't LOVE ME ANYMORE?! That you love that angel boy over there?" Jon says as he then points the gun towards Jace. His eyes are still on Clary's where she can see hurt, betrayal, anger, and rage in his eyes. She see tears forming in his eyes when Jon has never cried.
"Jon, I DO LOVE YOU…I love you SO fucking much! I'm sorry, but…." he cuts her off.
"No! You're not sorry…but...you will be." Jonathan says with smile that made him look like the devil himself right before a loud BOOM carried through the room.
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