A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for the reviews, it put a smile in my face :). If you have any suggestions/advice/ideas about the story, please don't be shy and tell me about them! Hope you enjoy! (Note: There will be another author's note at the bottom, sorry)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments or any of the characters in it (even though I wish I did).
Clary glanced at the man. He was tall and lean and looked like the sun with golden hair and golden eyes. He was easily the most attractive person she had seen in her life, but he already knew that. Clary knew that he already knew he was gorgeous which was what made her the most uneasy. Well, that and the gun he held in his hand. Well this just got more complicated, Clary thought.
Clary smirked and pulled out her own gun, pointing it at him, "To what do I owe this pleasure, Jonathan Christopher Herondale."
Jace sneered, "Wouldn't you like to know, little girl."
As it was clear he wasn't going to shoot, Clary put her gun back in it's holster and resumed stuffing money into the bag, "What do you want, Herondale?"
He was the leader of the Herondale gang who was known for his terrible past and ruthless behavior. Clary inwardly cursed herself. Of course he would choose this night of all nights, and this exact moment of all moments to rob the same exact bank she was robbing, at the same exact time. Did she mention he was there at the exact same time as she was? While she had been having this internal battle with herself, she hadn't noticed Jace come up behind her, pressing his gun to her head.
She slowly turned, glaring into his eyes and finding a malicious gleam in them. "Sorry, Sweetheart," Jace's lip curled, "I don't want to be shot tonight. Put down the gun."
It was as if he could read her mind. She quickly slammed his hand to the right and his gun to the left. She ducked as a single shot rang, bouncing off the metal walls.
Clary swiftly kicked him where the sun don't shine (her favorite move, can't you tell?) and yanked him to the ground. "Sorry, Sweetheart," She snarled, "but couldn't care less about what you want."
Jace opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Clary's combat boot finding a home in Jace's ribs. Meanwhile, Isabelle had finished putting the money in the bags and was sitting on the largest one filling her nails.
She glanced up, "Oh, you guys are done? Already?" She checked the time and mumbled, "That was quick, Jace, I thought you would put up more of a fight."
Clary whipped out her gun once more, pointing it at Jace, "I think he's smarter than that," She paused as if she was thinking, "I take that back."
Jace glared up at Clary from his spot on the floor, "Cool it, Morgenstern, I came to warn you."
Now, Clary was curious, "And what would you like to warn me about."
Jace stood up with his hands held out in front of him, "Only that something bad is going to happen very very soon."
"Whatever it is my gang can handle it, so shove of-"
Just then, Isabelle's phone rang, effectively cutting Clary off.
Isabelle quickly answered the phone as soon as she saw the caller ID, "Hey, Jonathan," She paused listening to the eldest Morgenstern, "We're coming, I promise. We just got held up by something," She glanced at Jace when she said something, "We'll be there in a second, bye."
Clary looked questioningly at Isabelle who pointed to her watch indicating that their time is up.
"Sorry, Sunshine, we'll have to do this again… never" Clary dismissed.
"You don't understand, Red. This affects me too," Jace spat.
Clary, paying no attention to him, simply turned and walked out with Isabelle by her side. The bank personnel didn't glance twice at them as the women had on disguises that hid the money. By the time they noticed it was gone, it would be too late.
Not being one to risk exposure, Clary hustled out of the bank to meet Jon in the back. As she turned the corner Clary caught sight of his white hair and rushed to him.
"Hey, Clare-Bear" Jon greeted.
"Hey, Jonny-Boy" Clary replied. This was mandatory, for it was how they confirmed it was each other and not someone in disguise. Jon's grin slowly grew bigger as he took in the cash Isabelle and Clary had at their sides. This was the gang's payday.
A/N: Hey again! Thank you so much for reading. I feel like the first chapter was a little bit better than this one, but I hope you still enjoyed. It was a little short too, but the next one will be longer! Please review!
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