Chapter 47: A bit of Clace and one pissed off Jonathan.

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Previously: "She looked down at the sparkling emerald ring on her ring finger and clenched her jaw. I belong to no one. She removed it and gently placed it on the shelf beneath the mirror."

Clary stepped out of the ladies lounge to find the two bodyguards, Trent and another new guy, with red spikey hair, waiting for her on either side of the door. Clary quickly spotted Jace standing at the bar, watching. He shook his head, silently telling her to play it cool. She sighed and patted the back of her chignon, her breasts rising in the tight bodice, with the motion. She demurely looked up at the giant men, pouting. "What is it, Trent? Don't tell me, I'm being summoned back? I haven't even had any dessert yet. I have such a sweet tooth." Trent smirked down at her, flicking his eyes to her cleavage, then back up at her face. Predictable. Trent cleared his throat and put out his arm. "Well, then, Mrs. Morgenstern. Allow me to escort you to the dessert table, before we go back to your table. I'm sure we can find something to satisfy you." The other bodyguard let out a low whistle as Clary blushed and wrapped her hands around Trent's arm and turned him towards the dessert table, facing away from Jace. She stole a look at him, over her shoulder, and saw him getting closer to them. Clary giggled at some stupid flirty thing that Trent said to her and reached for a small cup of pudding when a burst of motion caught her eye on the dance floor. Trent stood alert and put his hand on her shoulder, gently nudging her behind him. Clary peeked around him and gasped.

Amatis was in Valentine's arms, they seemed to be dancing… but Clary could see they were actually arguing. Valentine motioned a bodyguard over when Amatis tore away from Valentine, screaming at him. "No! How dare you try to do that to her. It's over! This is for my brother you sick, fucking murderer!" She pulled a gun from a pocket in her black gown and fired straight at his chest. Oh shit! Valentine Morgenstern dropped immediately onto the floor as Amatis was tackled by bodyguards. Chaos erupted as people began screaming and running towards the exits. Clary screamed. "Amatis!" and tried to run to her aunt. Trent shoved Clary into the arms of the redheaded bodyguard. "Get her out of here, Brian, and keep her safe! Take her to the Morgenstern building and call Jonathan to let him know you have her secured." He gave one last warning look at Clary and ran towards the chaos. Clary struggled against Brian, her heart pounding. "Let go. I need to see if she's okay… get your fucking hands off of me. Now." He shook his head at her and grabbed her wrist. "No can do, Mrs. Morgenstern. You heard my orders… don't make me carry you." Don't make me kick your ass. He turned to pull her behind him, like a child, when she kicked the back of his right knee hard, then the left. He grunted and fell forward on his knees, releasing her wrist. She must have taken my gun from my room…I have to get to her.

Clary turned to run back into the panicked crowd to get to Amatis when she crashed right into a hard chest. Strong, familiar arms wrapped around her tightly, stopping her from slipping away. Jace! "Clary, I've got you. Come on. We have to get the fuck out of here. Now." He grabbed her hand and started hurrying towards the fire exit, as planned. Clary struggled violently and pulled away from him, backing up to a wall, putting her hands in front of her. "Jace, we have to go back for Amatis! She fucking shot Valentine… they tackled her." Jace frowned at her and shook his head, walking towards her. "Clary there is nothing you or I can do right now. Jem, Tessa, and Will are on it. They will get her and meet us at the safe house, as planned. Now come on…" He held his hand out to her and she shook her head at him. "Jace, this is my fault… she was defending me. She'll will die because of me. I can't–"

Clary gasped as Jace grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and twisted both of her arms behind her, like she was under arrest. "Jace, what the fuck are you doing! Ow– let me go." He pressed against her and gently kissed behind her ear. "Not gonna happen, baby. I'm getting you out of here, one way or another." Clary cried out in anger, as she felt the click of handcuffs on her wrists. Jace pulled her from the wall and scooped her over his shoulder as the lights went out in the building. Oh my god. "Jace, put me down. I can run by myself… I don't need to be fucking manhandled. Get these fucking cuffs off of me!" Jace slapped her ass as he pushed through the fire exit, triggering the alarm. Fucking caveman. "I'm sorry baby, but I can't trust you not to run in there like a dumbass right now. I trust Will and Jem. You should too. They will get her and we'll meet them tomorrow. Now let's go." Jace raced from the building as loud sirens approached, still blocks away. He's right. What could I have done? Trust Will and Jem, like he said. Clary heard a car door open and Jace pulled her down from his shoulder and slid her into the backseat of a large black SUV. Jace climbed in beside her, closing the door, pulling her against him. "Let's go, Andrew." The man in the driver's seat nodded and drove them away from the gala. Clary started trembling, as tears filled her eyes. Free. I'm free. Jace reached behind her and unlocked the cuffs. Clary crossed her arms over her chest and began to sob. What is wrong with me?

Jace quickly took off his tuxedo jacket and pulled it around Clary's shoulders and wrapped her in his arms. "Shh, baby. It's okay. You're safe, Clary. I'm here." He rubbed his hands up and down her back, cooing soothing, loving words in her ear. I can't believe I got her back. Clary's sobs diminished and she slipped her arms around his torso. She looked up at him, blinking away her tears. "I'm so sorry Jace. I should have never left you. I'm sorry. I should have listened to you… stayed. I'm–" Clary gasped as he crashed his mouth down to hers, kissing her deeply. Clary returned his kisses and ran her hands up into his golden curls. He moaned into her mouth as she pulled him down on top of her, falling back onto the seat. Clary. Clary. Clary. Jace felt himself harden against her as she tilted her head back, allowing him to nuzzle and kiss her neck. His hands wandered over her body frantically. She smelled like lavender and he couldn't help but inhale deeply. Jace gently slowed his kisses and pulled his face back to look into her beautiful emerald eyes. He held her face in his hands, tracing his thumbs over her cheeks. Beautiful. She gazed back at him, running her eyes over his face and blushing. That blush. I never knew how much I missed it. "Clary, I need you to stop apologizing. They lied and manipulated you… drugged you… imprisoned you. I'm sorry I couldn't get to you sooner. Before– before he… hurt you." Beat you. Raped you. Clary closed her eyes and nodded, sniffling.

Andrew cleared his throat. "We're here, Jace. It will just be you two tonight… so yeah…" Clary and Jace sat up in the back seat and smoothed down their clothes from their impromptu make out session. Jace chuckled. "Thanks for everything, Andrew. We'll see you soon. Stay safe." He opened the door and stepped out of the SUV, lifting Clary down to the ground. They walked hand in hand up to a large, isolated cottage, surrounded by woods, as Andrew drove off. Jace entered a code into the keypad by the door and Clary heard a click, unlocking the door. Jace opened it and led her inside, closing and locking it behind them. He pressed some buttons on the wall and the lights turned on, illuminating a nice, cozy living room.

Clary walked further into the room, pulling his jacket tightly around her. There was a large stone fireplace, plasma TV, full bookshelves, a black leather couch and matching easy chairs. Jace pointed a remote at the fireplace and it ignited, casting a golden glow and warmth around the room. She looked at the other side of the living room to see a large open kitchen. She kept her back to Jace and approached the fireplace, afraid to look at him. What is wrong with me? "This is nice, Jace. Quiet… are we really safe? He– he won't find us? Because I can't– can't… go back. I'd rather die." Clary began to tremble and felt a stab of fear in her gut. He's going to find you… punish you. Sebastian. Clary jumped and screamed when Jace put his hands on her shoulders. He gently rubbed her shoulders and slowly turned her around. "Shh. We're safe, sweetheart. No one knows about this place." He smiled down at her. "Come on. The bedrooms are through here. You take the master, okay? It has its own bathroom, if you want to shower. Tessa put clothes in the closet for you, as well." Clary took a deep breath and nodded, following him to the bedroom.

The bedroom was spacious, with rustic wood furniture and a king-sized bed. Clary pulled the jacket from her shoulders and laid it on the bed, her back to Jace. He ran his eyes over her bare back, the glittering red gown, her elegant hair style. He always loved her in red. I just want to hold her and make it better. I'm afraid of overwhelming her. Jace forced himself to walk across the room, taking a seat at the desk, watching her carefully. She hasn't said much since we left the gala. Clary walked to the closet and pulled out undergarments, socks, a pair of black leggings, and a large navy blue Sherpa pullover. Very Clary clothes, Jace thought. Tessa knows her so well. She sat on the edge of the bed facing him, pulled the skirt of her gown up to her knees, and bent over to remove her red stilettos. The motion pressed her breasts together, and her straps fell down on her shoulders. Jace's breath caught in his throat and he shifted in his seat, as his dick hardened. She's not wearing a bra. Jesus, stop being a creep. He tore his eyes from her cleavage and looked back at her face, startled to see her watching him, smiling shyly, her hand still on her shoe. Jace cleared his throat. "Would you like me to draw you a bath? There are scented bath oils and salts. I could do lavender if you want or–" Clary's face drained of color. What did I say?

She cleared her throat and quickly removed her shoes and sat up straight. "A bath would be nice. But, please no lavender– ever again. He- Never again." Fucking Morgenstern. What did that maniac do to her? Jace nodded quickly, stood up and walked into the bathroom. He ran the bath, hot, as she liked it, pouring in coconut bath oil. Finding a robe in the linen closet, he walked back out to find her standing next to the bed. She then walked over, turning her back to him. Jace noticed the scent of lavender waft from her again. He no longer liked it, after Clary's reaction. She sighed, her voice shaking. "Will you please unzip me, Jace? I want this off now. I never want to wear anything from him ever again. He— he gradually took all of my clothes and replaced them with what he wanted to see me in… like I was a fucking doll to play dress-up with." Jace hummed and immediately stood up behind her. He slowly unzipped the gown and gently slid the straps down, allowing it to fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. She wore a red lace thong and nothing else. Oh fuck. Stop it.

Jace swallowed and watched as she slid the panties off, leaving them with the gown, on the floor. He quickly averted his eyes and locked them on the back of her head, as he slipped the robe over her shoulders. Behave. Give her time. Clary shivered and turned around, tying the robe. "Thanks. I already feel better." Jace looked down at her. Clary rubbed her lips together and ran her eyes over his face. He reached forward, around the back of her head, pulling the pins and clips from her hair, tossing them on top of the gown pile. I need to see her curls. He ran his hands through her hair, releasing her thick hair from the coil, watching her curls tumble over her shoulders. Clary caught one of his hands in hers and kissed it. Jace leaned down and gently kissed her lips. "Even better, sweetheart. I'll just step out and let you take your bath–" Clary's eyes widened, she shook her head vigorously and clasped his hands in hers. "No, Jace. I don't want to be alone. I want you with me in the bath, in that bed, in my life. With me. I don't ever want to be away from you again. Please– I'm frightened." Jace scooped her up into his arms and pressed his lips against hers, as Clary, blinking away tears, wrapped her arms around his neck, returning every kiss. He turned and walked them to the bathroom. "Yes, baby. I'm with you." He kicked the door closed behind them.

Jonathan squatted down in front of Amatis, shaking his head. The now empty ballroom echoed with her grunts and curses through her gag. He tilted his head and stared at her curiously. She glared back at him and pulled against the tight zip ties holding her wrists behind her back. She had abrasions on her face from being tackled and a split lip. She sat awkwardly, favoring her right shoulder, which was obviously dislocated. It had taken three bodyguards to get her under control after she had shot his father. Gotta hand it to her. She is one tough bitch. "Amatis, dear. Wherever did you get that gun?" She gave him a "go fuck yourself look".

Jonathan laughed humorlessly and shrugged, standing up. "No matter. I'm sure you'll answer Father's questions. I know he's anxious to chat with you. Who knew he decided to wear Kevlar beneath his tuxedo tonight? I certainly didn't." Paranoid old bastard. He pulled out his phone and sent a text. "I guess I should thank you for being such a shit shot. I mean what kind of former hitman— sorry, hit-person are you, anyway? Now, I suppose, I get the honor of killing him. Everyone knows you go for the headshot, Amatis. Duh… Getting rusty?" Jonathan was annoyed that his father survived the attempt on his life, just suffering painful bruising from the bullets hitting his vest. His team had taken him back to the Manor to be treated by his personal medical team. I'll just have to deal with him myself.

Now for real talk. Clarissa. She had been missing for over forty minutes. He had been delayed dealing with the logistics of his father's attempted murder and recovering from being fucking drugged. If I hadn't been dosed, I would have been able to prevent this. His team was driving and on foot searching for her, but had come up with nothing. He smiled down at her and pulled off her gag. She took a few deep breaths and glared up at him. "Tell me, Amatis. Where is my wife?" Amatis ignored him, refusing to answer. Jonathan hummed and narrowed his eyes. Women. He clamped his hand onto her right shoulder and Amatis screamed in pain and spat at him. "I don't know where she is, Jonathan. I don't. But I am so glad she got away from you. Fucking rapist. You don't deserve her! She too good and kind for any of us!"

Jonathan sneered down at her and squeezed her shoulder again, mercilessly, as she screamed again. "Rapist, Amatis? Clarissa is mine. She belongs to me. I took what is rightfully mine. As for her being too good? I agree, but, you see, I need her goodness. It's mine too." Amatis groaned in disgust. "Jonathan. You can't own people. She'll never love you and you sure as hell don't love her." He took a deep breath and sighed as his security team came in. I do love her. I just need to make her understand that. He smirked at Amatis and pulled her gag back over her mouth. "Brian, see to it that Ms. Graymark finds her way back into her cell at Morgenstern Manor. You needn't fly her there. Instead take one of the vans and make sure she lays in the back. Take the back country roads. Oh Amatis, I hope your shoulder doesn't bother you too much on those bumpy, dirt roads." She looked away from him as Brian forced her to stand and walk out.

Trent approached Jonathan and held out a small electronic device with an antenna. "Boss, the tech guys called and said they got a bite on one of the tracers. I just found out and brought it directly to you. We should also be receiving access to the security cameras any time now." Jonathan frowned and took the device. There was a flashing spot on the screen that indicated she was only about a hundred yards away. Jonathan spun around and raced towards the back fire exit. Maybe she's been here all along. What if she's hurt? He stopped in front of the ladies room. He looked back at Trent. "Stay out here." He took a deep breath and walked into the lounge. At first Jonathan didn't understand what he was seeing, then comprehension set-in. He slowly walked towards the mirror trembling with rage. The device in his hand started vibrating, indicating he had found his wife. But he hadn't. Because she took off her fucking ring. Jonathan had ordered the jeweler to place a tracer inside of the setting of the custom ring and other baubles, like her jeweled hairpins. Clever, kitten. He picked up the ring and placed it in his pocket. She isn't here. He looked back up at the mirror, at the message his wife had written in her red lipstick, feeling rage and destruction bubbling over inside of him. "I belong to no one and never will" He read it again and again, then screamed in rage, hurling the tracer device at the mirror, shattering it. Yes you do, Clarissa. I need to get her back. I can't be without her. I need her.

Jonathan spun around when he heard Trent clear his throat at the door. "Sir, the security camera footage is now unlocked. I've texted you the links. Perhaps we'll find a lead." Jonathan sat on a pink satin bench and clicked on the link, scanning the gala footage for his lady in red. He opened the videos focused on the ladies room and fire exit, where he found her ring. He fast forwarded until about an hour ago. He saw Clary go into the ladies lounge, then come out and speak to Trent and Brian. He knew what happened next, per Trent. Amatis shot his father and Clary panicked and attacked Brian to go help her. That reminds me. Brian will need to be dealt with for letting her slip away. Jonathan shot up from the bench and growled. No fucking way. Not him. He saw Jace fucking Herondale pulling Clary towards the exit, she struggled out of his grasp and backed away from him, arguing. She didn't seem to want to go with him. He then saw Herondale put out his hand then grab Clarissa and spin her against the wall and handcuff her. Did he just press himself against her? What a creep. Jonathan's heart pounded and he clenched his fists. Jace threw Clarissa over his shoulder and turned towards the fire exit while she struggled, trying to escape. He switched to the exterior cameras and saw Jace putting her in a black SUV and driving away. That motherfucker took my wife. He manhandled and cuffed her, restrained her. No one gets to do that but me.

Jonathan knew that Clary was probably fighting Jace because she didn't want to leave Amatis. But on tape, it seemed she was being attacked and kidnapped. I can use this to get her back. Plaster Herondale's face on TV and the papers. He turned and looked at his bodyguard. "Trent. Call the police chief here. He's probably still organizing searches outside. I'll debrief him and we'll have a news conference. There's no way they'll be able to escape Idris after I'm done here. I'll see you soon, love.