Hello everyone, this is the newly edited Chapter 1.

Back Ground Information:

Jace: 25

Jonathan: 27

Clary: 20

Chapter 1:

Clary's Point of View:

Jonathan was in a gang. I was always excluded from their criminal activities; by choice, but that did not deter my affection for my older brother. He was my best friend, protector and sometimes a father figure. Although our life had some benefits, like our very well endowed bank account, it also held less attractive attributes, like the constant need for protection. Although I did not know any of Jonathon's gang activities, and my identity was mostly a secret, being related to one of the biggest gangs put a huge target over my head. This forced my life to revolve around safety through the means of training, bodyguards and an inconspicuous bulletproof vest that I wore at all times. Although many would consider my life unordinary, my social life was average. I worked at my brother's company, as marketing director, so that he could constantly watch me.

My alarm buzzed at 7:30 in the morning, and I dressed quickly, preparing myself for my morning workout regime. I stepped out of my bedroom door, which was flanked by my two bodyguards into Jonathon's flat. I greeted the two bodyguards, Jordan and Sebastian, then walked into our all black, modern kitchen and began preparing a smoothie. At that moment, Jonathan stepped out of his home office in an Armani suit, with an irritated look in his eye. He looked at my attire and said,

"You're not going for a run today." Although I knew better than to test him, I was mildly irritated that that he was still trying to play the father figure in my life- I'm 20 years old. To say that I am not a morning person would be an understatement, plus the fact that I am naturally feisty, does not combine well. I did not like Jonathon bossing me around, so I made the mistake of challenging his authority,

"Yes, I am." No one denies the mob boss, and especially, in front of his people. When I denied Jonathon, I wasn't denying Jonathon- my brother, I was denying New York's biggest gang leader. Both Jordan and Sebastian's faces flashed quickly from shock, to concern, as they registered Jonathon's all-too-intense-attitude; after all, they were hired to protect me.

Jonathan's eyes flashed with anger, and he began backing me into the kitchen counter. He drew his hand quickly from his side, and swung at my cheek, a loud smack resonated throughout the room. Sebastian quickly stepped in, placing his hands on Jonathon's chest, and talking briskly under his breath.

"I said, YOU. ARE. NOT. GOING. RUNNING!" He spit out each word with acute precision. Then his eyes flashed, and his face instantly transformed into remorse. I cradled my cheek, and tears, began forming in my eyes. Jonathon was appalled.

"Clary, I'm so sorry," He hugged me to his chest, and began tracing soothing patterns on my back. I knew he regretted slapping me, but I feared his temper. I had never seen him this high strung. Although I loved my brother, I wanted to leave the subject alone, and I quickly brushed past his embrace. I went back to my room, took a shower, still thinking about the slap-after all, this was the first time he had done that.

Jonathan's Point of View: Flashback to the Morning

I was in my home office, getting ready to go to my corporate office, when my home phone rang. I assumed it was one of my "rats,"- the scumbags I pay to spy for me, who were too incapable to be part of the actual gang. Although useless in the commonsense setting, they were great aspects, for news throughout the city; I was the first to know about everything. I picked up the phone, and answered it. The informer told me that, Jace Wayland- the biggest gang rival, and my business competitor was rumored to be in my side of town. I was pissed. I called both Jordan, and Sebastian to my office and alerted them of the news. It wasn't long until the whole Morgenstern clan of New York knew Wayland was present. For the sake of my sister, I put her on extra protection; I didn't want them trying to capture and torture information out of her-even though she is clueless. Clary was not aware of who Jace was, or what he did, and for that, I was thankful. She knew I had enemies, it was commonsense, for a gang, but I kept her out of all business, as much as possible.

Exiting my office, I noticed my sister's running attire. I had already informed Jordan and Sebastian of the danger of Jace, so I was put-off by her. I told her she was not going running. As soon as the words escaped my mouth, her face flashed from confusion, to irritation. I rolled my eyes, and prepared for a tantrum, what I got instead was a profane "No." As a gang leader, it is my job to keep my people in line. When my sister resisted me, it was like a switch went off in my head. My hand seemed to draw back on its own, and soon enough, there were tears pricking her eyes. I had done the one thing I swore to protect her against- hurting her. I clasped her to my chest, but she soon brushed me away. I knew this would take a while for her to forgive me.

I left for the office, speeding down the busy streets of New York in my new Lamborghini… What can I say; the gang life has its perks. I called to checkup on Clary, and Jordan answered, saying they would be at the office in 45 minutes. I walked into my corporate building, Morgenstern's Investments, and proceeded up to the 67th floor in our glass elevator. I made my way into my office, feeling stressed from this morning, I called for my secretary, for our usual morning workout/stress relieving activities- I'm a man, what can I say?

Jace's Point of View:

I knew Jonathon informed of my activity throughout the city. I was keeping a low profile, for a while, but when I was prepared to make my move, I wanted him to know it was me. I had been watching the girl for only two weeks; only last month did I find out that Jonathan had a sister, when a mole in his spies told me she was his most treasured belonging- what I didn't know was that she would be absolutely gorgeous. Tonight would be the night that I would take her. I planned on sending one of my best men, Alec. He would wait until her shift on Morgenstern's ended, and after she went to the club. I told him to bring her directly to me, unharmed. Then I would finally be able to get what I have wanted from Jonathan.