This isn't a new chapter; I just cleaned up the chapters a little.
2 Years Later
Clary
I stood in the mirror whipping a damp rag across my forehead and down to my neck, when two strong arms slid around my waist and up to hold my wrist.
"Hermosa mañana" (*Morning beautiful*) he whispered I love how he has only a slight accent, not too much but not too little.
"Good morning Raphael." I whispered back, with a small smile in my voice. Yes that's right Raphael- my head of security. "May I ask why you're in my room?" if there is one thing Raphael knows, it's that I don't eat were I shit.
"I'm just making sure you're awaking and getting ready,' he said while rubbing the top of my head playfully '-By the way are you sure you want to do this? You rarely leave the house."
"Of course I'm sure. People think we're going soft—can't have that can we?"
"Okay then, we're ready when you are." He as he placed situated his gun in the waist band of his jeans.
"Just let me grab my jacket." I slipped it off the hanger and made my way towards the door.
"Johnny you ready?" I asked before I put my hand on the door knob.
"Clare, this really isn't necessary. I mean it was just a misunderstanding." I sighed. Johnathan hated when I got involved with the rough cases, even though I am the oldest everyone is always going to see me as daddy's baby girl.
"John if you don't want to go I could always get anyone to tag along. You know anyone would love to go.
Johnathan rolled his eyes, knowing I was right. When I ever I have to take time out of my day to get involved with the runs, they all know it won't end pretty.
"Clary, it's just unnecessary. I can always go back and handle things myself. I don't need my older sister fighting my battles for me." John said with a pout setting to his lips. It may have just worked if it weren't for the black and purple marks across one half of his face.
Taking him by the wrist I led him to the mirror next to the front door.
"Look at what he did to you john." I said nodding to his reflection. "When you go out you are a reflection of me, even if no one else knows it. What would you have done if I stumbled through the front door with my head bowed because some jackass though it was okay to put his hands one me?"
The muscles in his jaw tightened, "I would do what I had to do to protect my family."
"Exactly. Robert started off on my good side, but do to circumstance that is no longer the case. The fact that he stole from me and messed up my brother's pretty face just makes me hate him even more. My job is to protect the family. I take that very seriously. Now are you coming with us or not?" I asked his reflection as I fixed my own.
"On one condition." he said
"What's that?"
'I get shot-gun!" he said before running out of the house, towards the front of the truck.
"Johnathan you little snake!" I screamed before chasing after him.
Needless to say he beat me to the front seat.
"Hey Raph, what happened to protecting me huh?"
"Protecting you isn't in my job description. By the way I invited Jeremiah to come along." He said motioning to the tall blonde guy behind him. Jeremiah is especially good with getting information.
"Well, the more the merrier." I said with a small smile before sliding into the back seat, with Raphael beside me.
Jeremiah got in on the driver's side and we were off.
~Princess~
"Clarissa, I don't get it. We've never had a problem with Robert- even when you're father was in charge." Jeremiah said from the driver's side.
"Well there's a first time for everything sweetie." I said, before going over everything in my head- trying to find the source of the problem.
Raphael and Jeremiah handled drugs and guns; Isabelle is where we get most of our merchandise. She has ties in Cuba- where we get some of our drugs, Taiwan, and Nigeria- the gun capital of Africa. Magnus chops and packs everything. Raphael is head of security. I run everything else. No one in that group would dare cross me.
The rest of the care ride was silent as we mentally prepared ourselves for what was about to happen.
Robert was usually a very trustworthy person. But, something has been off for the past couple of months. I have friends calling and telling me that Robert has run his mouth and to top it all off, he was stealing from me. It's not even like he was taking small portions and moving on, he was just keeping everything he was supposed to be dropping off. To say I was pissed, would be the understatement of the century, people know, if you need something from me, you can come ask me, and I will see about getting it for you, at the right price. I don't like to be fucked over, and I don't like people stealing from me.
We finally pulled in front of Robert's cute little house. He was once a family man, until his wife left him. Jeremiah put the car in park and slid the keys out of the ignition.
"Clarissa, before you kill him we need to asked a few questions." Jeremiah said when I met everyone at the front of the car.
Jeremiah knew me well enough to know, that if I had to leave the house someone was getting a bullet in their head.
"Just make it snappy." I responded I wanted to get to the bottom of this just as bad as everyone else. The boys walked ahead of me and rang the doorbell.
"Ready when you are." Raphael said taking his gun out and waiting for me to make up my mind.
"Kick it down." I said evenly.
Raphael drove his foot into the door and it gave immediately.
Robert jumped up from his spot on the couch and made a run for the back door.
Raphael aimed his gun at the retreating figure, pulled the trigger and shot him directly in the back of the knee.
He screamed bloody murder.
He was laying face down right outside his kitchen. Raphael and went straight for Robert, grabbing him by the back of his neck and flipping him on his back.
"Oh, Robert you really should work on the dramatics. You act like a pissy little bitch sometimes." I scoffed as I pulled up a chair across from him. Raphael stood behind Robert, while Johnathan guarded the door and Jeremiah went looking for our stuff.
"Johnny, do you really think this is the place for your girlfriend? The little princess may get hurt." Robert said as he grunted in pain.
Raphael laughed while Johnathan and I shivered in disgust.
"She's not my girlfriend. Robert, I don't think you've officially met Clarissa." Johnathan responded.
His faced paled slightly.
"Are you u going to tell us where our stuff is Robert?' I asked sweetly, he had one chance and one chance only, so I hope to God he picks the smart decision.
"I don't know." He said finally.
I stood and punch him down his face,
"Where is our stuff Robert?"
"I don't have to answer to you; I only have to follow the orders of the mystical Red. You're probably just another one of their whores." He said with a grunted as he tried to bring himself up to a somewhat seated position. Raphael's eyes got a shade darker and his jaw clenched. I held my hand up to stop him. I popped my foot out, and kicked him in the face. He fell over backwards, banging his head on the floor.
He rolled over, and spit a mouth full of blood on to the floor, "I don't actually think we've formally met. I'm the one they call me Red."It's not his fault that the only people that have seen me, are now in the ground.
"Princess I think you're losing it. Everyone knows Red doesn't leave HQ and the people who have seen him know he has a tattoo of-" his words caught in his throat when I pulled my sleeve up and revealed the Cobra that coiled around my arms and rested its head on my inner wrist.
"Of a Cobra on her inner wrist? Did you also know I named him Cobi?" I said rubbing the head with a small smile on my face.
Once he looked like he was floating in his own piss, I pulled my pistol out and aimed it at his head.
"Now, since we all know each other." I got up from the chair I was sitting in, and motioned for Jonathon's help. Raphael snatched Robert up by his neck and forced him down in the chair. He zipped tied both his arms and legs to the chair, so that he couldn't get away. I took off my jacket and laid it on the counter behind me; I took the butt, of my gun and brought it hard across the side of his face.
"Listen, why don't we try to work something out." He pleaded.
"You'll have to talk to my negotiator on that one." I said before Jonathon stepped in. I walked over to my jacket pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled deeply. I fiddled with the diamond cross necklace my dad had given me, right before he got in the car and drove away.
"Jonathon, stop." He would be of no use to me if he's unconscious, well he's actually no use to me now, but I needed to know where my stuff was. When I looked back at Robert, he looked like he was hit by a truck,
"Damn." I said before putting my cigarette back in mouth. He look like he still wasn't going to say anything, I can always get a new assault rifle. I reached for my gun and pointed it at his head,
"After all this time I thought Red was some ruthless old guy. But, it turns out it's a little girl. Talk about a plot twist.' He said before laugh humorless.
He knew he was going to die. And he didn't care.
"Jeremiah, if you want to ask this asshole some questions, you better do it before I put a bullet in his face."
Jeremiah came out, calm look on his face. He grabbed Robert by the front of his shirt pulling him up along with the chair.
"Who ordered the hit asshole!" he whispered.
Hit?
"I have no idea what you're talk about." He said as a smirk started to form on his face.
Jeremiah turned to me and pulled the gun out of my hand.
"You have five seconds; to tell me wear my shit is and who ordered the shot, before I blow your brains all over your kitchen. 1, 2, 3, 4-'
"Wait, wait. Okay-' Jeremiah didn't remove the gun from his head '- I really have no idea who the guy is. He always uses someone else to make the phone calls and do the meets for him. Sam is the one that called about the hit. He got that stuff, to try to pay of the SH, the plan was to, give them the stuff, hopefully to win, them over. Then, he would have the leader kill you."
"What's his name?" Jeremiah said in a scary calm matter.
"Who's name?" his voice was shaking now, he knew how I got, when my voice got this low.
"The leader, what's his name."
"Wayland. Jace Wayland."
"5." Jeremiah said before pulling the trigger without even batting a lash, the first time I saw this, cried myself to sleep for a week. I grabbed my jacket and walked out of his house, with Jonathon, Jeremiah and Raphael behind me.
We drove to my house in a silent rage. We pulled up my drive way, and sat in silence for a good five minutes before I got out and stormed into the house in a rampage.
"Everybody shut the hell up!" the room became dead silently almost instantly.
"Our friend Robert put a hit on me, which is still active for all I know. While Jeremiah had a gun to his head, he told me that it's the SH, over in The Bronx and his name is Jace Wayland." People were lined along the railing of the stairs, listening to me, with worried eyes; I'm still the only girl of the family, so everyone worries about me all the time. "Magnus find anything you can on this guy, Isabelle make some calls we need to replace what we've loss." I said my eyes on the ground.
I turned my eyes over to where Isabelle and Sam were standing.
"Izzy, take two steps to the right." She moved with a questioning look in her eye, when she was out of range Sam pulled his arm from behind his back, in his hand was a 9mm hand gun. Before he could even put his finger on the trigger, my bullet was in his chest. He looked down with a shocked expression on his face.
"If I find out anyone else was, involved I'll do the same to you. This isn't a game, if you don't like the way I'm running this, then you should have been born to another family. You people are my family. I don't want to kill any of you. But, don't tempt me." I said before walking towards my room.
"Get that piece of shit off my floor.
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~Shay