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"How long do you think It's gonna take?' she asked him, as his back turned.
"Who knows, she is strong-willed, I'll tell you that. I'll discuss it with Wayland." She walked up, and cupped his shoulder.
"Then, it'll be you and me, taking this on, right?" he leaned down and kissed her cheek,
"Yeah, it'll be you and me baby."
'Maybe.' He said to himself.
Clary
"Clarissa, are you sure you want to do this? I'm not real keen on you going to this guy, when he's supposed to kill you." Said Raphael, while I was in my closet trying, wearing nothing but a robe trying to figure out what t I was going to wear.
"If he wanted to kill me, I like to think that he would have by now. He runs his gang well enough and he makes do with his threats." I didn't sweat, meeting Wayland for a minute, but, Raphael always worried about my safety.
"Well, not everybody kills people the very first opportunity they get; we don't all have your mind-set." When I finally decided on what I was wearing, I went back into the bedroom, to pick out my jewelry. I pulled out the silver diamond studded cross my dad gave me, I wear it with everything, it's one of the last sentimental things that he left me.
"If it makes you feel any better, I'll take Jonathan with me." I turned to face him,
A strange look was on his face, almost distrusting but it changed into a smile when he saw me watching.
"You and I both know you're only taking him, to spite Wayland." I knew what he was getting at,
"I thought you didn't like going on business with me." I said
He thinks I kill at the wrong time.
"I just want to know that you're safe. It is my job you know." I sighed out heavily,
"Just be ready in an hour, we're gonna have to take the Range Rover said as I said on my way to the bathroom.
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Forty five minutes later, I'm dressed, lightly armed and in the garage with Jonathan, waiting for Raphael. One of the main reasons I didn't want Raphael to come, is because we don't have the same timing system. I like being places slightly early, while Raph will wait for his watch to say the exact time, before walks into the room. He finally decided to make an appearance,
"What?" he asked, as he walked by me to open the door, I just rolled my eyes and got inside, he would never understand because we have different mind frames in these situations? We were halfway to Wayland's house when Raphael, whispered to me,
"Do you have any…protection?" I smiled up at him, before reaching into my bra, pulling out my small black and pink pocket knife.
"You worry too much; I think this will go over smoothly." I hope. I said inside my head, I've never had to deal with the SH, before, if they ceased to exist I wouldn't care, but know I'm forced to intermingle with them, and I don't like that. We made to his house in one piece,
"It's game time, everybody ready?" I was really talking to Raphael, because Jonathon is always ready,
"Well let's go." I slid on my shades; we all stepped out of the car at the same time. He had a pretty nice house, so I was nice and decided to just pick his lock, instead of shooting his door off the frame. I pushed my glasses back on my head so I could see. I took no time at all to get in his place,
"Is this how you always know what your Christmas presents are?" Johnathan whispered, I bit my lip to keep from smiling, that was all the answer he needed.
"When we get home, I'm taking your set away, I hope you know that." He was still whispering, like he would get caught or something.
"Stop whispering, they won't be here for another five minutes, if I timed this correctly. The door to his office was also locked so, I let myself in
"Take a seat, wouldn't want him too startled when he comes in." I sat down in the chair, in his chair, and kicked my feet up on his desk. I was being disrespectful, I know. Jonathon and Raphael each took a place next to me, we heard a car pull into the driveway, and two doors slam.
"Looks like we have company." I sang, sliding my glasses back down over my eyes, I heard a very angry voice drift through the house,
'What the fuck do you mean; you don't know who got in? What the hell do I pay you for?" The voice, stopped at his office,
"Well, the car is still here fuckface, FIGURE IT OUT!" He and a pretty dark-haired girl stormed into the room, but stopped cold when they saw us. I cocked my head to the side, and waved,
"Hello again." I smiled at him, which must have made him upset,
"What the fuck are you people, and why are you in my house?" his eyes, jerked over to Jonathan and he smiled, I smiled as well, but not for the same reason,
"So, this is how you guys, visit someone, I have to say I expected a little more drama, I've heard a lot about you, but you shouldn't let your girl do all the talking, aren't you the one in charge?" Jonathan shook his head and laughed, as did Raphael, I did nothing more than smile a little.
"Perhaps we should introduce ourselves?" I took my feet off his desk, and walked over to him, holding my hand out.
"I'm Clarissa." He took my hand in his, and kissed my middle knuckle, his lady friend got a mean look on her face. Oh, goody, someone else I can piss off.
"It's nice that you, to want to make friends, but, you should really let, the people in charge speak. You just stick to being a pretty face, hun." I smiled ironically, and pulled my hand away from his,
"You're right, we should let the people in charge speak, I went and took, a seat in Wayland's chair again,
"My father was Valentine Fairchild, until he and my mother got shot, in their car. By the time, blood started to trickle out of their mouths; I was already being briefed on the business." I saw his smile fade away. Good. The fun was over, now it was time to get serious.
"Dismiss you friend Mr. Wayland, we have to talk." I said, before standing up and taking off my jacket, I like this one, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to it, if something were to go down.
"Well, it's not fair that you get to have to friends, and I can't at least have one." I raised an eyebrow at me,
"I'm feeling nice today, dismiss, her and you can bring anyone else you want." He was testing my patience, a Jonathan could feel it, and he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the girl,
"I don't like having to repeat myself Mr. Wayland. Remove your friend from my presence, or you'll be removing her body. Hurry up; I have other places to be." They stood there unmoving, Jonathan cocked his pistol,
"Okay! I'm leaving bitch, I'll send Alec in here." I pulled legs back up on, his desk, and smiled again. Jonathan lowered his weapon
"Please, have a seat." I pointed to the chair across from me, just to add insult to injury,
"I'd rather stand." He said flatly, that's when another dark-haired person came in, but this one was a guy, he looked about the same age as Wayland.
"I didn't know we were having a visit from the Mafia, It's nice to meet you, Jonathan." The guy smiled a phony smile, as he walked over, to shake his hand; I interrupted them with my own,
"It's nice to meet you." I could barely get my sentence out, before he had his hand around my neck, and the cool barrel of a gun, against my head,
Alec, no!-' Wayland interrupted, but Alec must not have heard, him.
"You shouldn't speak when you're not spoken to bitch."
Before he could say anything else, Jonathan had a gun pointing at his head, and Raphael had one of his own. His grasped loosened enough, for me to walk away,
"We didn't get a chance to introduce ourselves, your Alec, right?-' he nodded while putting down his gun,
'-well I'm Clarissa Fairchild. Now, that you have some friends, can we get on with this discussion?" Jace sighed and took the seat across from his desk, crossing his legs "What is it you want from me?" I signaled the guys to lower their weapons, while I and took a seat.
"Tell me about yourself Mr. Wayland." I eyed him carefully, and he did the same to me,
"Well I was born by a quiet meadow, and lived my life on the countryside, herding sheep. My father was a far-' I'm of games, I wanted answers,
"Don't bullshit me Wayland."
"My name is Jonathan, enough of the Wayland bullshit." He snapped, I felt Raphael tense, I reached into my top and slowly pulled out my knife, and twirling it around in my hand.
"Well, that's going to be confusing, got a middle name?"
"Christopher, now did you come here for a reason, or just to learn the story of my life." I ignored his question,
"I'm going to call you Jace, I hope you're okay with that, and if you aren't I'm sure you'll get over it. It's come to my attention that you have met with some of my friends am I wrong?" I said, while rubbing my chin, when he didn't say anything I continued talking 'they're dead, so I'm not worried about them, it's quite simple really, I came here to get my stuff, my only question is, are you going to give it to me, or am I gonna have to take it?" he laughed. He actually laughed, it immodestly pissed me off, but I kept my mask on.
"You're extremely cute." The said through a cocky grin, I wanted to cut off his face,
"Thank, you, now answer my question."
'-they gave me that stuff, as payment for a job, obviously that job hasn't been done yet." I dropped my voice down,
"I'm really not someone who you want to mess with Mr. Wayland and as you can imagine I don't like it when people attempt to kill me."
"There has yet to be an attempt." He said with a small smirk.
"I thought we would be able to work this out,-' I slowly drew a breath '-but I guess I thought wrong." I nodded towards Jonathon, so he knew I was pulling this to an end, Raphael, looked nervous, he was the one person that's never seen me like this. On some occasions get beyond pissed, so far gone, that I get a distant look in my eye, and I stop all thoughts. I locked my eyes on his, as I got out of his chair, and put on my jacket.
"I'll be seeing you Mr. Wayland." I held my hand to his once more,
"Yes, you will Mrs. Fairchild, sooner than you think." Before he could kiss my hand again, I pulled away from him, making sure to graze his lip with my ring." I walked out, with Jonathan and Raphael following close behind me,
"Dios, allá arriba, are you okay?" Raphael, asked once we got in the car. I didn't answer because I was too afraid I was going to lose it. I pulled out my cell, and pressed, three on my speed dial, it rang twice, before Isabelle picked up,
"I think we're going to have a problem with the Wayland boy." She cussed under her breath. Before hanging up. When we got home, I went straight to my bedroom. The time for games, was over. I grabbed a cigarette and went to, my deck to get some fresh air. If he wanted a fight, I guess we were going to fight.
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