A/N: Here we go..

Chapter 4

Jace got out of the shower quickly trying his best to picture the late Granny Imogen instead of Clary. He dressed in jeans and a fitted black tee with the Shadowhunter's logo on his back and Downworlders on his chest. It was very similar to their cuts. He attached his chain to his wallet and belt loop, slipping the wallet in his pocket. He then strapped up with his 45 at his waist, and pulled on his boots before tucking his knife there.

Finally, he pulled on his cut and went to get the coolers from the shed in the backyard. As he filled them with ice from the deep freezer he looked down at his chest and the two patches there Shadowhunters and Downworlders VP. He couldn't help but think back to the day he got that patch.

It was almost 3 years ago. Luke had been pack leader and president for 2 years at that point. Jace had been clean and living and working with Luke for 6 years, since he was 19 and Clary was 8.

It had been a bloody year. A neighboring group had caused issues for everyone, dealing meth in Idris and bringing in Feds. The guys had spent months cleaning up their mess and they had buried a lot more than just secrets.

Jace had proven himself to be possibly the biggest asset the club had. He'd taken hits and risked everything without batting an eye.

After everything he'd been through and losing his parents, Jace was not going to let anything take his family , his club, or his town away from him.

Luke had been a savior, a brother , a father figure, and his best friend. The only person who would give him a chance when he'd arrived barely sober and a newcomer with a checkered past in this small town.

To Jace, it was his duty to handle this for the club, but to the club he was like an avenging angel. So they went to church and called a vote.

Everything had finally died down and it had been a peaceful few weeks. Jace was working in the garage, when Luke came over with a none too pleased 14 year old Clary muttering behind him.

"This is ridiculous. I'm 14 years old, Dad," she said rolling her eyes. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she stomped along. Jace noticed that she'd been dressing more grown up, but sometimes she was bordering on dressing like a Mama and Luke was graying by the second. It had ended up being a brief phase, but they didn't know how long it would last then.

"Enough," Luke hollered back to Clary, "go in the clubhouse and get your homework done."

"Our house is right next door! You can see our back yard from the clubhouse window! Why ca-"

Jace had had enough.

"Clary!"

She looked up at him surprised at the tone of his voice.

"Get your ass in the clubhouse and stop. You're not staying home or going anywhere alone until we know things are safe. Do you remember Alaric's funeral last fucking week?!" he felt bad when her face dropped and he knew he'd hurt her feelings, but she needed to learn to let them protect her.

"Sorry," she muttered and walked quickly behind the garage shop and into the clubhouse.

Luke smiled and chuckled at Jace.

"Church in 15," he yelled to Jace as he walked into the clubhouse himself. The guys started pulling in only seconds later and Jace finished up the oil on the car he'd been working on. He checked in with Isabel to let her know it was done and followed Alec into the clubhouse.

The guys were standing around talking, most of them with cigars or beers in their hands as a few Mama's hovered nearby waiting to attend to their needs, and most of the Old Ladies were gathered in the seating area. Alaric's widow Katey had on a brave face, but Clary sat beside her hugging her side. She wasn't just an Old Lady. She was like the club mom since Jocelyn passed. She had to be strong, hold the club together. She had been a part of it since she was born. Her father, Luke's father, and Alaric's were First Five. So was Jocelyn's father and Alec and Isobel's grandfather. They started the Downworlders.

"Church!" Luke yelled over the noise as he opened the door to the room. A large oval shaped oak table sat in the center of the room, and as the men took their places there was one empty seat that caused a heavy silence.

Luke looked at the empty seat to his right and began, "Most of you probably know why we're here today. Alaric is gone. It's going to take a long time for most of us to accept that, but justice was dealt and we need a VP."

Luke looked up and made eye contact with most of the men around the room as he continue, "I've spoken with most of you and everyone seems to agree that the hand that avenged him should be my right hand. So, what do you say kid?"

Jace met Luke's smiling eyes, and was caught off guard by the question. He'd only been patched for 4 years.

"Me?" he asked and looked around at the other men nodding and smiling in approval.

"Let's vote!" Luke declared excitedly.

"Yay?" he asked and all the men raised there hands most of them saying yay or hooting for Jace.

"Settle down boys! Nay?" he asked.

Silence. He pulled a patch out of his pocket with a tiny sowing kit, slapping down on the table in front of Jace.

"Well then, it's unanimous," he said lowly leaning in and meeting Jace's eye with matching huge grins.

Jace made quick work of taking off his cut, removing the old patch and putting on the new one with reverence. He slid his cut back on and Luke stood, pulling Jace up with him.

"Our new VP!" he yelled as the guys erupted. They poured out of the room carrying Jace like a rock star.

That night had been one of the most wild parties Jace had witnessed at they club. They were drowning in pussy an liquor.

Jace felt the stab of guilt as he wondered what Luke would have done differently if he'd known what Jace had done with Clary now. He felt like shit, but not enough to keep him from her.

As fucked up as things may be, he loved her. No one else would love her, protect her, live or die for her like he would.

The age of consent was 16 and she'd be 17 in just a few weeks.

Soon the party had begun and Jace kept a close eye on his phone making sure he hadn't missed anything from Clary. It was about 9:30, and last he'd checked on her, at 7, she was knocked out. Since then, Jace had dodged more than a few advances from Aline, Kaelie, and some new chick's he didn't even know. Aline had found Luke early on. Kaelie, however, had been fucking annoyingly persistent.

He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Clary before leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. He thought about their kiss just a few hours ago. The why she ground her hips against him in the truck and her quiet breathy moan. His cock was instantly hardening.. and then someone sat on it.

Jace opened his eyes to Kaelie batting her false eyelashes and grinding against him.

"Is someone hard for me? You don't have to play hard to get." Her breath smelled like cock and alcohol. He was done with her shit and unceremoniously dumped her off his lap and stood. Only to look up and make eye contact with a very pissed off Clary. She looked down to Kaelie who was sloppily picking herself up off the floor.

"Don't be like that baby," Kaelie's whiny voice grated in his ear, "I miss your monster cock." She was loud enough for most in the room to hear.

"Come on Jacey boy, give her a good shagin'," yelled Bat in a drunken slur. Jace scanned the room for Luke quickly, and not seeing him stepped around Kaelie to take Clary's hand and bring her home.

Clary yanked her hand away and crossed her arms.

"Babysitting again?" Kaelie questioned in a nasty tone.

"I don't need a fucking babysitter, bitch." Clary growled. Kaelie looked shocked for a second before shoving Clary as hard as she could.

"Who the fuck are you talking to, you little slut?"

Clary recovered quickly slapping Kaelie across the face so hard her eyelash flew off. "Who the fuck are you calling a slut, you shameless desperate whore?!"

Jace's large tattooed arms circled Clary's waist and he dragged her backwards away from Kaelie and towards the door as she kicked and pulled away absolutely feral. Jace would be turned on if he wasn't worried for her safety.

"You little bitch!" Kaelie screamed and threw a beer bottle hitting Clary in the head. The clubhouse immediately went silent except for Clary's cry of pain.

Jace released his hold, turned her around to face him and, as she pulled her hand away from where the bottle hit, he saw red. Blood.

Without a thought he stomped over to Kaelie and punched her, her nose cracked under his fist. She fell to the floor and screamed. Blood gushed from her face.

Jace leaned down and with a threatening and deadly calm voice said, "Fucking whore. If you ever touch her again I'll kill you."

He spit at her feet. "Don't EVER come near my family again and NEVER come back to this fucking clubhouse," he roared.

He turned to Clary and picked her up to carry her home. Katey followed while Alec and Isobel dragged Kaelie out the back door.

~•~•~

Clary's phone vibrating woke her.

Golden Boy: U up yet sleepin beauty? Need anything?

Clary smiled and jumped up. She threw on jeans and brushed her teeth quickly before running over to the clubhouse.

As she entered she spotted Jace instantly and was pissed, but by his look of disgust she determined Kaelie was not welcomed on his lap.

The events that followed were a blur of rage followed by shock and awe. Jace had never hit a woman that she knew of. Probably never in his life.

But without any hesitation he had broken Kaelie's face after seeing where the bottle she'd thrown had hit Clary and drawn blood. Her avenging angel.

Clary immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him when he lifted her into his arms. She blushed as she looked around at all of her extended 'family' watching. Thankfully most looked briefly before glaring back at Kaelie who was wailing dramatically on the floor. Clary couldn't help but smile at that, especially as Izzy grabbed her arm and yanked her up and towards the back exit, Alec behind them. Katey followed behind her and Jace as he walked briskly back to the house.

As soon as they walked in Jace sat her firmly in the kitchen counter and went to get the first aide without a word. He was pissed. Clary worried whether some of that anger would be directed at her.

Katey rubbed Clary's shoulder soothingly. "You alright, cherry pie?"

Clary smiled weakly and nodded. Katey and Clary's mom had been the only two people to use that nickname which was given to her at the age of 2 when she had climbed a chair while Thanksgiving dinner was being made and smashed her entire face into a pie.

They thought it was fitting with her sweet tooth and her red hair.

Katey had been a pseudo mom for most of Clary's life and especially since her mom passed when she was so young. If they'd been religious Katey and Alaric would have been her godparents.

"Do you think he's –," Clary cut off her sentence as Jace stomped back over to her. His golden eyes were on fire with rage.

"Head down," he growled. She obeyed immediately. It really wasn't that bad. Probably a small knick. Head wounds bleed a lot and there wasn't much blood really.

Clary hissed as he dabbed an alcohol wipe on her small cut.

"Sorry baby girl," his voice rumbled softly from his chest.

"It's okay. Not your fault," Clary replied. Jace scoffed.

"Katey, can you take a look? Does it need stitches?" Jace questioned still analyzing the small cut like a complex surgery. Katey looked at the freshly cleaned cut and laughed lightly, patting Jace's arm.

"No, hun. She'll survive this one. Better keep any paper far away or she could get a more serious injury."

Jace was not amused. "She could have gotten a fucking concussion, or been fucking blinded if that bottle hit her face." He refused to look directly at Clary. She was starting to get annoyed.

"It was not your fault. You handled it. The little bitch is gone. Clary is fine," she turned to Clary, "right, cherry pie?"

"Right," Clary smiled.

Jace finally looked at her directly and she could see some of his anger melt away. He smirked.

"Thanks, ma," he said teasingly to Katey. As the clubs mother hen 'her boys' often referred to her as such. She and Alaric had not had children but the club was their family.

Katey poured Clary a glass of water and took out some ibuprofen setting both on the counter next to the girl.

Clary couldn't look away from Jace and vice versa. Katy had suspected this would happen eventually for a few years. She thought they'd be good for eachother.

Clary finally snapped her gaze away to take the pain medication and Jace inhaled deeply and let out a sigh, stepping away.

"Where the hell is Luke?" he asked. Clary wondered the same, if he had been in a clubhouse room with one of their groupies he'd of been here by now.

"He went out with a friend of the female persuasion," Katey smiled knowingly, "he thought Clary may drop by at some point and asked me to stay with her if you ended up sleeping elsewhere."

Jace nodded. "I'm going to make sure she's all good and head to bed," he replied. Katey hugged him, winking at Clary behind his back. Clary blushed, and then hopped down and hugged Katey goodbye as well.

Jace walked Katey out , shut the door and locked it behind her. He then hunched over it, arms crossed above his head on the door frame and sighed. Clary wrapped her arms around him from behind and pressed herself against him, laying her head between his shoulders.

"Are you mad at me?" she whispered. Jace dropped his arms, held her hands and turned to face her.

"No baby," he leaned in close to her and kissed her temple, "I shouldn't have let that happen."

Clary started to protest, but he locked their mouths together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled up. He happily obliged and lifted her. He pressed her against the wall and his hands drifted down her back and sides and then back up, tracing the Line beneath her breast, finding that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath his t-shirt. He let out a deep but soft growl and she ground her hips against him.

She could feel the hardening bulge of his cock against her denim covered pussy and moaned breathily.

"Please," she bucked against him again.

"Please what, baby girl?" he asked. His warm breath in her ear caused her to shiver and goosebumps to appear all over. He kissed from her shoulder up to her jaw and back down repeatedly.

"Please," she blushed and he stopped kissing her neck to look directly into her eyes. She thought she might die of embarrassment as she forced the words out, "Please fuck me, Jace."

Jace groaned and it went straight to her clit. She tried pulling him back to her to kiss him when he pulled away completely. She looked completely forlorn and vulnerable.

"We need to slow down for a minute, princess," he sighed, "we need to discuss some shit first."

"First?" she smiled cheekily and wrapped her arms around his neck again.

Jace smacked her ass. "Behave," he ground out, although he couldn't help but smirk at her shocked expression.

"Did you just spank me?" she looked bewildered but Jace noticed her blush and her thighs clench.

"Sit down," he pointed over to the living room couch. She did as he said immediately giving Jace a little rush thinking of all the ways she might obey him in the future.

He grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and brought it close to the couch where the open floor plan connected the two rooms. He straddled it backwards and rested his crossed arms on the back of the chair. He noticed Clary practically open mouth staring at his tattooer muscled arms and smiled, clearing his throat.

"How much experience do you have exactly? How far have you gone before?" Jace asked attempting to keep his voice neutral.

Clary's face was on fire and she looked down at her lap.

"I'm not gonna get mad at you, baby girl," he softened his voice, "just need to know." He again regretted the way he'd reacted earlier today. She was probably worried he'd get upset again.

"Um.." Clary refused to make eye contact, "I don't.." she trailed off.

"Clarissa." Hearing his tone, Clary's eyes snapped up to his immediately. Good girl, he thought. "How far?" Clary held his eyes this time.

"I haven't done anything just kissing," she said surprising herself when her voice didn't waver, "and not real kissing really with tongue and stuff.. well except today."

Jace wished he were a better person but that just turned him on even more. He thought he couldn't become any more aroused until she spoke again.

"But I know about things," she finally looked down again, "I mean I read books and stuff with s-sex scenes and I've done research. I heard Aline telling Kaelie that you liked BDSM so.. I um.. looked into it. Is that what you would want? For me to me like your submissive when.. or if we have sex?"

Jace was surprised, and a hell of a lot more turned on, but remained stoic, in control.

"Yes and no," he said, "I don't have a contract or anything, but you'll have a safe word and it can be used in or out of the bedroom. If you're mine you'll be mine. Period. Not necessarily my submissive just mine."

Clary held his eyes again, listening intently.

"What I've done with other women was nothing. A scene. Like acting. They played a part so we could get off and I would be in control. After everything with my past that's what I need. Control in almost everything. My workouts, my bike, the club," Jace paused.

Clary was on the edge of her seat waiting with baited breath.

"More importantly," Jace continued, "I need you safe. I need to take care of you. I need to know that if I tell you to do something you're going to do it, and if you don't I'll punish you."

"Spank me?" Clary asked with excited wide eyes. Jace wanted to lick every inch of her.

"Sometimes," he smiled, "and sometimes other ways. I'll make sure you're comfortable with it first."

"Are you a Daddy Dom?" she asked quietly, as if she were afraid of the words.

"Yes," he said plainly, "and you're a brat. You test me constantly already. Poke every button and push every limit you can, but you obey when it matters."

Clary blushed profusely, "I guess you're not wrong," she smiled down at her hands in her lap.

"Do you want this?" Jace asked, "Us?"

"Yes," she replied without hesitation.

"We can't be together publicly yet," Jace said with a warning tone, "and I don't want you to ever feel used or like some dirty secret. Are you sure this is what you want? We can wait."

"Do you think my Dad will ever accept us being together?" she asked, "Does he know that you are into um.. this stuff?"

Jace laughed without humor, "He knows," Jace paused, "He's the one who told me about it. Your mom and him w-"

"Ew!" Clary exclaimed, "do not continue that sentence!"

Jace laughed, "Well it's true. I think he could be okay with us, but not now. He'll fucking kill me, but I love you. We can wait to do anything until you're older if-"

"No," Clary interrupted, "I want you now. Please." Jace stood over her with a heated gaze and leaned down to give her a scorching kiss.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Words, princess," he held her head, his hand so large that his palm rested on her throat, his fingers wrapped around to the nape of her neck, and his thumb stroked her jawline.

"Yes, please. I want you to make me yours."