I'm thinking about changing this story to M rating but I don't know, because I've never wrote lemons so maybe it doesn't work. Opinions? Also, I will try to write longer chapters! I already tried with this but it didn't work, lol. This chapter is ALL from Jace's POV

Chapter Four: Jace's Story

Jace's POV

"W-what?" She asked, looking at me like if she was seeing a guy with three heads. "You're wrong. My dad wouldn't do that, he was a good man. He was a counter"

"Oh come on, Clary, don't be naïve. Did you really believed the stories he told you? All his lies? Your mother's death by an accident, all his money and the multiple removals? You didn't realized maybe he had something he was running away from?" Her face fell and I could almost hear the ropes tying on her mind. She was beautiful when she was thinking

"How?" Was all she said, but I knew exactly what she meant.

"It's a long story" I said, taking seat in front of her "When I was seven years old, my father came to my room and said mom was dead. Just like that. 'Get up, Jace, your mother is gone'. I thought he was joking. I got up and walked downstairs, and I saw my mother's body lying on the floor. He didn't even bother on covering it before I go downstairs. I started crying, of course. I hugged my little brother and we cried looking at our mom until dad came to us and said 'Real mens don't cry. Real mens look for revenge. Your mother was killed, are you going to stay there crying or you're going to help me?'. I knew it was time for me to man up so I leave my brother there and went with my dad and his mens. I remember we went to a house I didn't been before, and he kicked the door, but the door was open, and the house was empty, or so we believed. We heard a noise coming from the closet and found a woman with a little boy, hiding and crying. My dad isn't a killer, so he let them go after the woman said she wasn't married with Valentine. She said they had a fight, and he run away with their daughter two nights ago and she was desperate to find them. We went home again that night but dad never stoped looking for Valentine. He found him two years later and was ready to shoot him but something stoped him; He was taking a little girl to ballet class. After that, Valentine disappeared again, and we didn't found him until three month ago. He found out you were barely at the house, so it was the perfect time to kill him. Only he made a mistake, and you were there, so he had to took you and the rest of the story, you know it". I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I haven't recall all this in a very long time, and the image of my mother's body was running circles in my head. I looked at her a few moment later, and waited for an answer.

"How.. How is that even possible? I mean, how do you know it was my father who killed your mom? Why would he do that?"

"Because he was the worst shit, Clary. He was a gangster, and he entered our house to steal our fortune. But he hadn't counted on my mother being awake, so he killed her and ran way before my dad could stop him, but the stupid bastard didn't notice the cameras"

"And.. And the lady in the closet..."

"That was your mom, Clary. The son of a bitch lied to you and told you she was dead so you wouldn't try to find her"

"I.. I had.. Have.. a brother?" She buried her face in her hands, taking in all the new information

"You wanted to know why you're here. Because your father destroyed my life, and now he won't get to rest in peace because before he died, he was told we were taking you away. You have to pay for his actions, someone has to"

"He's dead! Hasn't he paid enough already?!"

She yelled at me and I laughed at her "Death is a blessing, you don't get to suffer. Being alive, you're able to feel pain, sadness, rage.. You let your feelings take control over you and yout actions. Being alive, you're weak."

She seemed to think about my words for a moment before saying "Look, I'm sorry about your mom. I'm sorry about all the things my dad did but that is not excuse to keep me here against my will! I'm sorry that your dad is insensitive enough to teach a little boy to look for revenge, but this is not right. My dad was the only one who loved me and now I have no one!"

"Consider that as a favor" I said to her, and explain myself seeing that she didn't understood "To love is to destroy. To be loved, is to be the one destroyed. My mom loved me and I loved her, and when she died, she took a part from me with her that I'll never be able to get back. Seeing you don't have anyone who loves you, you will never have to worry about being broken"

"But-" she started but I cut her off "It's enough, I'm done talking. You already know more than you should" I walked to the bed, and took her face in my hands, looking at her eyes, her lips, her nose... Looking in her eyes was like lying face down on the grass, leting the green consume you. I felt I was falling down a green waterfall that never seemed to end, and had to looked away before I'd get lost in those eyes. I memorized every freckle on her cheeks and nose, and before I knew what I was doing, my lips found hers. Her lips tasted like strawberries, sweet and soft, yet a little bitter. I kissed her for a few minutes, roughly, and when she didn't kissed me back, I bite her lower lip. I pulled away from the kiss, looking at her again "Isabelle did a really good job on you. You look beautiful" I let my hand travel down and up the soft skin of her thigh.

"Are you going.. To take me?" Her voice was shaking, and even though I found it extremely hot, I shook my head no.

"Not now. I'm not really in the mood. Let's go to sleep".

I didn't touched her that night, but I did sleep very close to her, making sure she wouldn't be gone when I wake up.