A/N: There will be no crashing of the car. Just thought you might want to know =)

SOB – Son of a bitch

POS – Piece of shit

You all probably already know that, just thought I would add it anyway

*A special shout-out to the guest reviewer that called herself Rachel: Thank you so much for your kind words, they meant a lot. Hope you like this chapter as well.

Thanks to my terrific beta's cboo2501. Every mistake there is belongs to me.

All recognizable characters are owned by Cassandra Clare and J.R Ward

Chapter 14

I got you now, Pepper

~C~

Clary smiled reassuringly at Qhuinn and Blay as she pocketed her phone. "He'll be her shortly," she said as she ushered them towards the door. "Now go, or else you'll be late for your lesson."

"We're swinging by the gym afterwards," Blay reminded her. "Will you be okay for dinner, or do you want us to pick something up and bring it back with us?"

"Jace and I'll probably go to Taki's, or order take-out. Don't worry guys, we'll be fine."

Qhuinn smirked. "Yeah, I'm sure Kid will take really good care of ya," the smirk turned into a frown. "Fuck. That don't sound right… Don't do nothin' I wouldn't…" He stopped himself and cleared his throat. "Just be safe, 'kay," he scowled. "I'm too young and hot to be a grandpa."

Clary rolled her eyes, giggling. Qhuinn had started having trouble dealing with her and Jace's relationship – especially because he knew she'd lost her virginity to him – ever since he'd admitted that he thought of her as a daughter. But Qhuinn still didn't like it when she called him dad, which, of course, she did, every chance she got. "You don't have to worry about that," she insisted. "But you need to go now. Have fun dancing Blay…dad."

Qhuinn's growl was heard over her delighted laughter as his fiancé all but pushed him out the door and closed it behind them.

Clary shook her head, still chuckling to herself as she checked her phone for the time, calculating if she'd have time for another shower before Jace arrived. It would be the first night they spent alone in weeks, and she wanted, no needed to take advantage of that.

A shiver of anticipation ran through her body. They had decided to wait with sex after their first time. Well, Jace had decided. But she was done waiting.

The clock moved faster that she'd realized and after grumbling giving up the idea of a shower she walked up to her closet, where her brand new clothes hung in neat rows.

After washing off the sweat from her workout she had slipped on a loose t-shirt and a pair of sweats. If she wanted to convince her boyfriend that she was ready to make love with him again, a change was in order.

She chewed absentmindedly on her lip as she flipped through the hangers. Nothing too revealing, she didn't want to look like a slut. She was looking for comfort and sexy.

Clary was startled out of her musings by a muted thump. "Jace? Is that you?" she called out hesitantly. Shit, he's faster than I thought. I'm not done yet.

When no one answered she tried shrugging off the nagging feeling in the back of her mind and continued rummaging through her options, more than a little unsettled.

Great, now their paranoia is rubbing off on me, as well.

Hastily picking out a green tank top and a pair of cargo pants, she shoved her phone in her back pocket and hurried to the living room to wait there for Jace to show up.

When she entered the room everything looked the same as always at first glance, but, then a breeze seemingly came out of nowhere and blew her loose hair into her eyes.

Looking around to find the source she noticed the glass sliding doors that led out to the backyard was slid wide open. Backing away slowly Clary tried to come up with a reasonable explanation. Qhuinn wanted to air out the house and forgot to close it before they took off. Why would he do that, it's the middle of winter. He's a big guy. Big guy's sweat a lot, right? He probably just needed to cool off. Again, it's the middle of winter. He could've just turned the heat down.

Clary's green eyes was glued to the door and watched, hypnotized as the curtains flowed and danced in the wind.

Trying to move as soundlessly as possible she continued to back up towards the front door that would lead her to safety.

Reaching down into the back pocket of her cargo's and palmed her phone. Trembling fingers moved over the display, dialing up the last called number without looking at the screen, without needing to.

Holding the phone close to her thigh she took small backwards steps in what she hoped was the right direction. Her breath came out in short, uneven gasps and she sobbed with relief when she heard Jace's muted voice as he answered the call, but the gigantic lump in her throat kept her from speaking. But knowing that he was close, even if it was through a phone call, made her relax, just a little.

Taking another step she swallowed back the scream that worked its way from deep inside her chest as she collided with the muscular body that had no business being there.

Clary wanted desperately to shout out for her boyfriend, but she knew that as soon as she drew attention to her phone, the call would be disconnected and she clung to that lifeline with everything she had.

Rough hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back, until every inch of her body was pressed against the boy behind her. She stiffened in place and fought against the dizziness in her head, afraid to pass out.

He burrowed his face in to her hair and inhaled deeply, his nose skimming her neck. "Hello Pepper. Alone at last."

All that searching and protecting had been for nothing. Seb had always seemed to be one step ahead, and now he was here.

~J~

Jace heart started up again, and the force of the heartbeats made him wonder if it was going to beat right out of his chest. If anything happened to Clary…

He secured the phone between his ear and shoulder and made an illegal U-turn, leaving thick skid marks behind on the greyish blacktop.

Alec kept asking what was wrong, but a threatening growl from Jace shut him up.

When the effort to focus his attention on both driving and listening to what was going on on the other side of the line became too much Jace put his phone on speaker and placed it on the dash in front of him.

Alec stared at Jace with questions in his midnight blue eyes until he heard Seb's muted voice. "Mmmm," he groaned. "You smell soooo good."

Jace snarled and pressed harder on the gas. If he dared to waist those precious seconds he would have pulled over and switched seats with his brother. The possibility that he might crash the car was increasing with every breath.

He almost lost the hold on himself altogether when Clary's trembling voice was heard inside the car. "Why are you doing this? What do you want?"

Jace stopped breathing as he anxiously awaited Seb's reply, althewhile cursing the oncoming traffic that forced him to keep to the speed limit.

"You," came the simple answer. "It has always been about you, Pepper. Even before I met Jace, everything I've done was because of you."

What the SERIOUS fuck? The question burnt on Jace's tongue, dying to come out.

"Mmmm," Seb moaned again. "Your skin is so soft and you feel soooo good. Even better than I'd imagined"

Jace had to fight the urge to scream, so he wouldn't miss anything happening on the other side of the line. He didn't want to hear it, but knew he had to.

"Please don't touch m…" Clary's pleading voice was abruptly cut off.

"Well, well, well. What is this?" Seb sounded merely mildly curious.

Jace glanced briefly at Alec, positive that the horror in his brother's wide eyes matched his own.

"He must've noticed the phone," Alec whisper-shouted.

They heard Seb tsk disapprovingly. "Oh, Pepper. You disappoint me. And here I thought we were having such a nice time together, now I have to punish you" then his voice became louder, clearer, making it obvious that he was speaking directly into the phone. "Say bye, bye Jace." The call was disconnected.

Never had a silence been so deafening. Jace opened and closed his mouth several times before he got his vocal cords to work properly. "No," the word was nothing more than a whisper. "No. No. No! NO!"

The word echoed inside the car between the two boys as they raced against the clock to get to Clary in time.

~C~

Clary's eyes darted frantically around the room, desperately trying, and quickly failing, to find something she could use to defend herself. Just like last time, everything that Qhuinn had taught her went out the window as soon as Seb touched her.

Finding nothing of use she pressed the phone closer to her thigh, trying to cover as much of it as possible with her palm.

He nuzzled her neck from behind her and groaned loudly. "Mmmm, you smell soooo good."

She managed to fight back the panic and hysteria, but couldn't keep her voice steady. "Why are you doing this? What do you want?" She refused to beg, she would not give him the satisfaction.

"You," he pushed her hair out of the way with his nose and started pressing open-mouthed kisses along her neck. Clary's throat worked to swallow back the bile that burned on the way up. "It has always been about you, Pepper. Even before I met Jace, everything I've done was because of you."

She froze in place when he placed his disgusting, clammy hands on her bare shoulders.

"Mmmm," Seb moaned again. "Your skin is so soft and you feel soooo good. Even better than I'd imagined"

She knew that she should ask question, have him talking, distract him until Jace could get there, but her brain refused to cooperate and help her come up with anything to ask. She couldn't think, plain and simple.

A shudder rocked through her body as his hands moved slowly down her arms. "Please," she pleaded and hated herself for it, "don't touch m…" the words crumbled to ashes in her mouth when Seb's hand reached her wrist and his fingers came in contact with the poorly concealed phone.

"Well, well, well. What is this?" he sounded merely mildly curious, almost bored. He tskt disapprovingly. "Oh, Pepper. You disappoint me. And here I thought we were having such a nice time together. Now I have to punish you," he said, still sounding calm, disinterested.

Clary's fear spiked to new levels as Seb curled his long fingers around her wrist and squeezed. Harder and harder until she released her phone with a gasp.

He caught it easily and brought it to his ear. "Say bye, bye Jace." He pressed the display to end the call and threw the phone into the wall across from them.

Clary's heart clenched as she watched it fall to pieces.

Seb's fingers dug painfully into the fleshy part of her hip and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. He spun her around and pressed her flush against his body. A wide grin spread over his face and his rancid breath reached her nose. "Now it's just you and me, Pepper. No more interruptions…So, what should we do to pass the time?"

Her mind was working overtime, trying to come up with a plan to escape or at least to hold him off until Jace could get there. You're quick on your feet, she reminded herself. That was one of the first things Qhuinn taught you. What I don't have in strength I have to make up for in speed. If I can get him to let go of me I can run, and hide somewhere until help gets here.

Everything she was rebelled at the thought of hiding, but it looked to be her only option.

Clary's thought process was cut short when Seb started kissing her along her neck. A sob escaped before she was able to contain it as he groaned loudly in her ear. "Fuck! You taste so much better that I'd hoped. You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

She felt him suck roughly on her skin, no doubt leaving behind a mark. He pushed her up against the closest wall, wrapped the finger of one hand around both of her wrists and pinned her legs with his own.

She struggled to get free, but he held her hands firmly above her head and his other hand held her hip, keeping her body in place as he grinded his erection against her stomach.

"Did you know I almost ended up in the neighboring town?" he panted in her ear. "My parents left the choice up to me, and of course I did what any normal guy would do: went online to check which school had the hottest girls. The moment I laid eyes on you I knew you would me mine."

The hand on her hip moved underneath her tank, up her torso until he palmed her breast over her bra. "We moved here a couple of day after school ended for the summer and I searched this little shithole of a town for weeks until I found you. But before I had the chance to make you mine, you were gone," his grip around her breast tightened and Clary bit her lip on the brink of drawing blood to keep from crying out. Blinking furiously she tried to keep the tears from falling, but they dripped down her pale cheeks.

Her heart thumbed too fast in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps and black spots gathered in front of her eyes, making her fear she would pass out. She had never craved consciousness more than in that moment.

"But I always knew you'd come back," Seb moaned, his hips thrusting against her churning stomach. "We belong together." He released her breast and removed his hand from underneath her shirt, wrapping his fingers a little too tightly around her throat, his thumb pressing against the hollow part, almost cutting off her air supply.

Don't pass out, Clary ordered herself. If you can't get away from him you need to hold out until Jace gets here. Her arms were beginning to ache and burn from being held over her head. Please, Jace. Hurry.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good," Seb grunted in her ear, rolling his hips in a figure eight motion. "I can't wait to taste every part of you."

She felt the fear inside of her being replaced by red-hot fury. Her emerald green eyes darkened and she spat. "Fuck you," her voice thick with hate.

Seb laughed in her face. "No, Pepper. Fuck you," he pressed his lips against hers.

Acting on instinct she opened her mouth and bit down on his bottom lip, as hard as she could. The coppery flavor that reached her tongue made her gag in reflex.

"You fucking bitch!" Seb roared, releasing his grip on her throat.

The force of the punch threw her head to the side, splitting her lip and making her vision cloudy.

"I always knew you liked it rough," he growled and pushed her down to a kneeling position, "and I'm gonna give it to you."

~J~

"Again," Jace ordered. "Again," he repeated with a hiss when Alec didn't make a move to call Clary for the fifth time.

"There's no use," Alec murmured apologetically. "Her phone has been turned off, or…something…" he hung his head, shaking it back and forth slowly. "We're not getting through to her either way."

"Then call Qhuinn," Jace snapped, his knuckles white as he squeezed the wheel. He had to keep talking, to keep the 'what if…' images from driving off the road. "Tell him what's up and to get his giant ass home right the fuck now."

"Already taken care of," Alec sounded disturbingly calm. Jace wanted to give him hell about it, but realized that one of them needed to be. "I texted him as soon as I heard Seb's voice."

"Then call the cops," Jace sneered impatiently, while lying on the horn to get the other cars out of his way.

"Um…" Alec hesitated. "I can't do that."

Jace almost hit the brakes, but settled for swerving the car and stared incredulously at his brother. "Why the fuck not?"

"Qhuinn texted me 'no cops' and he's a hell of a lot scarier than you are."

"Well, call the fucker right the fuck now and put him on speaker."

Alec looked as if was going to argue, but did as he was told. Scrolling down to the right number, he pushed send, hit speaker and held his phone up to Jace.

"Kid!? I know ya're there," Qhuinn snarled frantically. "Ya better tell me what the fuck's goin on with my nalla."

Jace stared straight ahead, his golden eyes locked on the road in front of him. The relief from the familiar landmarks that showed that they were closing in on their destination was short lived and left a bad aftertaste in his mouth. "You stupid, crazy motherfucker," he spat. "I don't give a fuck if you can break every bone in my body with a flick of your giant-ass wrist. How dare you say 'no cops'?"

Qhuinn growled. "I'm not likin yo tone, kid. Don't ya dare say that I don't care. We'll call the cops when I'm done with the SOB, feel me?" His voice was pure threat and Jace had never been happier that he wasn't on the receiving end of it.

Jace agreed wholeheartedly with the plan, but refusing to admit it he grumbled. "I'll give you something to feel, alright."

Qhuinn's booming guffaw echoed through the Impala. "Sorry, Kid. But I'm already taken. And I'm a one man's man."

"Can't you be serious for one fucking second?" Jace cursed.

"When you stop bein' so goddamn funny," Qhuinn quipped.

Jace squeezed harder on the steering wheel, making his knuckles crack. He signaled his turn as he drove into the right street, speeding up as he passed the neighboring houses. Soon, Angel, soon, he repeated in his head like a mantra. "When this is over I'm giving you hell for that," he promised Qhuinn hoarsely, snatched the phone from his brother and ended the call.

"You okay?" Alec asked carefully, taking in Jace's closed off expression.

"Not yet, but I will be." As soon as his Angel was safe and he was sure that Seb wouldn't be able to come near her, ever again.

~C~

Seb still held Clary's wrists in ha tight grip, now behind her back. He fisted her hair around his free hand, forcing her back to arch painfully. He nibbled her neck, cooing, "It's your own fault that I had to hurt you," he said, not as an apology, but matter-of-factly. "I wanted to take it slow," the stench of his breath washed over her face, making her shudder. "But I don't think I can. I find myself growing…impatient."

In a last effort to get away Clary went limp, having to bite down on her split lip again to keep in the yelp of pain when the pull on her hair burnt her scalp and her arms ended up in an awkward angle.

The seconds seemed to track by in a snail's pace, but a lot sooner than she'd dared to hope for she felt his hold on her loosening. Not much, but just enough for her to be able to head-butt him in his stomach. Seb grunted quietly and took a step back.

Finally having her hands free, she used them to push herself up into a standing position and took off running to the front door.

Clary cried out in defeat when Seb grabbed her by her hair after only two steps. He spun her around and backhanded her across her face. She fell, losing her breath on the impact as she landed on her stomach.

He straddled her thighs and pushed his hands inside of her cargo pants, palming her ass roughly. "There is so much I wanted to do to you," he grunted, pressing his erection against her behind. "I wanted to tie you up and I wanted to have you screaming and fighting, making it that much sweeter when I fuck you. But I believe we are running out of time." He leaned forward and started tugging on her pants. "I can't promise you'll like it, but I know I will."

Her short nails clawed at the carpet as she tried to crawl away from him, but his weight held her firmly in place.

The waistband and button on the front of her pants dug into her lower abdomen. She whimpered when the fabric creaked ominously as it started to tear.

"Finally," Seb moaned. "I've waited so long for this."

Clary's heartbeat pounded so loud in her ears she let herself pretend for a second that it was Jace banging on the door. "Jace will come for me," she choked out.

"Yeah, I'm counting on that," he grinded against her ass. "But by then it will be too late. You'll already be mine."

Tears poured from her eyes, down her cheeks and wetted the carpet underneath her when she felt the button give, and Seb started slowly pulling her down her pants, exposing the black cheeky's she'd wore for Jace's sake.

"There…" he breathed. "Won't be…"

Seb was interrupted by a thunderous crash. Clary lifted her head weakly and a small smile spread across her bruised lips as she saw the big hole next to the doorknob.

He's here. I knew he would come. She felt herself slipping into unconsciousness as she finally allowed herself to let go. The black spots in front of her eyes immediately multiplied. Before passing out she had time for one last thought. We're gonna have to get another door.

~Q~ 1st person perspective

Blay hung up the phone with a grim look in his beautiful baby blue's. "Hollywood and V are on the way."

I nodded. I had nothin' to say. From the day I met nalla I promised to keep 'er safe. Well, I fucked that up good, didn't I?

"We will get to her in time," he swore. "You trained her yourself. She'll keep him off long enough for us to get there."

"We shouldna left 'er alone in the first place," I spat, glarin' at the road ahead. We were 'bout 30 seconds from home, but it felt much longer than that.

"Baby," Blay murmured soothingly, tryin' to calm me down. He placed his hand high up on my thigh and my body reacted exactly the same way it always did when he touched me.

"Fuck me," I grunted. "Ya can't be feelin' me up now, babe. I gotta keep my head in the game." He did as I asked and removed his hand. I missed the warmth immediately.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Call up the cops an' lemme talk to 'em. Can't be gettin' into trouble by waitin' too long, feel me?"

Wantin' me to focus on my drivin' he held the phone up to my ear. I cut off the responder mid-sentence. "This is Qhuinn Lohstrong. The fucker that's been stalkin' my ward is alone in my house with 'er," a malicious grin spread across my face as we pulled up onto the driveway a couple of seconds after Kid's car. I licked my bottom lip, enjoyin' the cool metal of my piercin' against my tongue. "I just got home, so they won't be alone for long. Waddaya gonna do 'bout it?"

I nodded to Blay to end the call. I pushed the gear to park and jumped out of the front seat just as Kid ran up to the front door. "Babe, bring the sledgehammer from the trunk," I called over my shoulder. "I've a feelin' we're gonna be needin' it."

I heard the trunk bein' opened and didn't need to look at my man to know that he'd be walkin' behind me, the hammer against his shoulder. Yeah, my fiancé was fuckhot an' I had no time for distractions.

Kid pounded on the door, good twin next to 'im. Whatever he was shoutin' was drowned out by his fist hittin' the wood. I walked up to 'im an' planted my hand heavily on his bicep. "Here's how it's gonna be. She's yo girl an' I get yo need fo' revenge. But ya'll have five hits. Five! No more. Then it's my turn."

Kid snarled at me. "Fuck you. We don't have time for this shit!"

"Ya'll do as I fuckin' tell ya, or yo ass is grounded right here," I crossed my arms over my chest, pretendin' to have all the time in the world.

"Listen to him Jace," good twin begged. "For Clary."

"Fine!" Kid snapped. "Five. I won't need more anyway."

"Good deal," I grinned, barely resistin' rubbin' my hands together in glee. "Babe, get the door, will ya."

The satisfying' crash as the head of the hammer went through the wood with the first blow sent shivers down my spine. The hole was as big as my head and I could easily slip my hand through an' twist the lock. I didn't even feel the splinters diggin' in to the side of my thumb.

When I finally was able to get the door open the scene in front of me almost made me break my promise to Kid.

My nalla was on the floor on 'er stomach, lookin' unconscious. 'er arms was stretched towards me, like she was reachin' out, beggin' for me to help 'er, even when passed out. A giant lump formed in my throat and it took all I had not to start bawlin' right then and there.

I let my eyes trail along the room, takin' in inventory of everythin' and almost lost it completely when I saw the tiny specks of blood on the floor by the left wall. My gaze returned to the girl on the floor. Her lip was split, the blood had not dried yet and a beginnin' of a bruise was takin' shape on the right side of 'er jaw. Lookin' up to the soon-to-be-dead motherfucker I met a pair of terrified dark eyes and nearly smiled when I took in his lip. My nalla did him good.

Then I noticed her pants halfway down her ass and my blood started boilin' in my veins. But before I had the chance to do anythin' 'bout it Kid was all over 'is former buddy. I tuned everythin' else out as I focused on countin'. He grabbed the SOBs right shoulder with his left hand. That's one. The left shoulder with his right. That's two. Quickly Kid moved both hands up to the fucker's throat and pulled 'im off our girl. That's three. I gestured to good twin to get nalla outta the way. Kid's first punch landed on walkin'-dead's jaw and the second connected with 'is nose. And there ya have four and five.

"Babe," I called to Blay, "hold 'im 'til he calms down, then let 'im go to check on nalla." He grabbed Kid from behind and crossed 'is arms tightly across Kid's torso, makin' strugglin' impossible. "Now it's my turn," I said with a big grin of anticipation, mentally rubbin' my hands together. I grabbed the would-be-rapist by 'is still intact neck and dragged 'im over to the couch.

I took a seat and pulled him down on my lap, his back pressed against my chest.

Kid was shoutin' at the top of 'is lungs. "You goddamn lying-ass fucker! You should get your dumbass back to school, because you can't even fucking count to five!"

He continued cursin' me out, usin' every word he could think of. I had to admit, I was almost proud of 'im. I listened fo' a couple o' seconds, then ignored 'im. I had shit that needed to be done, before the cops came a'knockin'. "Now," I brushed my scruffy cheek against the fucker in my lap's cheek and spoke quietly in 'is ear. He hadn't made a sound since we crashed through the door and I was almost expectin' 'im to piss 'imself. "We're gonna have a lil' talk 'bout the difference between good touchin' and bad touchin'." My grin widened when I heard 'im whimper. "In fact, if ya're nice, I'll demonstrate it fo' ya."

I took 'is right hand in my left and used my right to stroke 'is fingers, one by one. To an outside observer, it woulda looked intimate, almost lovingly, but Blay who watched me from across the room knew exactly what was goin' down. "I was a movie buff, growin' up, ya know that?" I asked, rhetorically. Neither expectin' an answer, nor gettin' one. "One of my favorite characters was Jason Voorhees," I started strokin' his middle an' ring finger with a lil' more pressure. "My favorite movie with 'im was 'Jason goes to hell', I always thought it was underrated," I stated matter-of-factly. I could see V an' Hollywood enterin' through the door from the corner of my eye, but kept my attention on the scared-shitless fucker in my lap. "I learned many things from that movie," I continued, "I'm not gonna mention 'em all, it would take all night, an' sadly we're runnin' outta time. So Imma stick with the most important one; on how to break someone's fingers without breakin' a sweat." I tightened my grip under the knuckle on 'is middle finger and twisted it quickly to the right, then upwards. The resoundin' pop an' 'is loud scream of pain was music to my ears. I moved over to 'is ring finger, without givin' 'im time to recover an' did the same to it.

I noticed absentmindedly when Blay released Kid an' watched 'im sprint towards nalla's room. I did a quick mental calculation on how much time I had left and decided that causin' fear would 'ave to be enough.

I waited a couple of seconds for the SOB's whinin' to quiet down a bit, at the same time strainin' my ears fo' sounds of approachin' sirens. Satisfied that I heard none an' aware that I was pushin' my luck I hushed 'im tenderly, my lips close to 'is ear and my piercin' grazin' 'is lobe as I spoke. "Here's how it's gonna go down: When the cops show ya're gonna confess to everythin'. The stalkin' the trashin' of 'er room," I caressed his chest down to the top 'is jeans an' started playin' with the button. The frightened weepin' from the fucker made me smile," and everythin' ya planed on doin' to 'er tonight." I palmed 'is dick over 'is jeans an' pushed up against 'is ass. I wasn't even close to bein' hard. The semi Blay started in my pants went soft the minute I walked inside the house, but the mere threat had 'im practically pissin 'imself an' pleadin' for 'is sad excuse of a life. "Ya gonna do all that fo' me, an' when they ask ya what happened to yo fingers ya're gonna lie yo tight lil' ass off, ain't ya," I cooed. The POS nodded jerkily an' I bit down on 'is lobe to keep 'im in place. "'Cause if ya don't Imma make yo life a livin' hell. I knew a few people who, fo' starter's wouldna mind fuckin' up yo ass. They especially love fuckin' up dudes that pray on girls, feel me?"

I cursed inwardly when I heard the sirens. I wasn't anywhere near done yet. Increasin' the pressure between the POS's leg, "A dick might not have any bones in it, but that don't mean ya can't break it," I murmured, in a hurry. "Ya're getting' yo ass thrown in jail, an' ya better not let daddy get ya outta it. 'Cause then ya an' me gotta continue this lil' talk."

Hollywood ran up to us just as I pushed the fucker off of me an' down on the floor, "Take the SOB outta my sight," I sneered, no longer needin' to act 'nice'. "Tell 'em we'll swing by the station in the mornin'", I said, givin' my people further instructions on how to deal with the cops an' walked up to Blay. I needed to feel 'is arms around me, to keep from killin' someone. "Grab a bag," I whispered against 'is neck, inhalin' 'is scent with each breath. "We're getting' nalla outta here," my voice broke an' I started to shake. Pics of everythin' that coulda happened filled my head an' I felt like screamin' until I couldna speak anymore.

My fiancé soothingly rubbed my back until the shakin' stopped. "What are we going to do about Jace?" he asked. "I don't think he would want to leave Clary right now…" he hesitated, like he wasn't sure how I'd feel 'bout it.

"I don't care," I said as I straightened myself, takin' a small step back. "He can come if he wants. I just… we gotta get 'er outta here," I repeated, strugglin' with what happened, imagining what coulda happened an' seein' nalla's unconscious body on the carpet, like the image was etched into the fabric. Not even the thought of my baby girl's boyfriend changed the need to leave a.s.a.p. "I don't want 'er back here until everythin' that bastard touched is gone. The walls, the carpet, even the fuckin' couch. I want it gone. I don't fuckin' care how, paint over it, burn it, tear the shit to pieces…We gotta set up alarms all over the house, too. And get some giant, killer dogs an' name them shit like Mhurder, Tehrror, and Dehstroyer," I looked wildly into Blay's blue eyes, feelin' like I was just seconds from losin' my shit.

He cupped my puss gently in-between 'is strong, calloused hands, an' I felt myself relaxin'. "Come on, baby," he murmured softly, a sad smile on 'is full lips. "Let's just take our girl to a hotel for a few days, before deciding what we're going to do with the house."

"You can stay with us," I'd been so focused on Blay that I hadn't heard good twin comin' in to the living room. "I've talked to my parents already. You two can have the guestroom, and Clary can stay with Ja…" his dark blue's snapped up to meet mine when I objected to that plan with a low growl, "…or Izzy…. Whichever works for you…?"

Blay smiled at him, grateful. "Thank you. We really appreciate it. We are willing to pay for any inconvenience, of…"

I stopped listenin'. I had only one thing on my mind. "How is she?"

Good twin's gaze returned to mine again. "She's okay… She's awake if…"

I didn't wait fo' 'im to finish before runnin' to nalla's room. The door was partway open, I gave it a light push an' stepped inside. She rested on 'er bed, snugglin' against Kid, 'is body curled around 'ers, like a human shield. I had to bite my tongue to keep from tellin' 'im to get the hell away from 'er. I knew they loved each other, almost as much as me an' Blay did, but it wasn't easy lettin' go of yo baby girl, especially after everythin' she'd been through. I swallowed hard, my eyes getting' misty. "I'm so fuckin' sorry…" I croaked an' met 'er emerald orbs, forcin' myself not to look away from 'em.

"Don't you dare," she warned me, her voice hoarse. "You saved me. Again." She looked from me to Kid, "You both did," she reached out fo' me with both arms, an' fo' a second I saw her layin' on the floor again, 'er slim arms outstretched. I squeezed my eyes shut an' shuffled over to 'er bed. It dipped under my weight when I sat down, nalla crawled out from under Kid's arms an' over to me. Tears made 'er eyes shine an' she gripped my hands hard, with tremblin' lips she kissed my cheek, thankfully not the one I held against 'er attacker. She cleared her throat twice, but 'er voice was still rougher than usual when she whispered. "I love you, dad." My heart sped up. That was the first time she called me that without irony. "You always take care of me. You always protect me. Thank you."

A single teardrop left my one green eye. "I love you too, nalla. Daddy loves you, too."

A/N: So, what did you think? I hoped you liked reading Qhuinn's pov, as much as I liked writing it. Sorry if it bothered you that it was in 1st person instead of 3rd. But I just couldn't write him any other way.

FYI, I have decided to not let Clary break apart over what happened. It will only drag out this story unnecessarily.

Next chapter will be a happy one. Just living, loving, laughing. I think they all need a little of that, don't you? And the one after that… the wedding =)

And for you lovelies who haven't read the BDB series, the dogs names are characters from it =)

Oh, and sadly I'm not done with the next chapter yet. But I'm working on it as fast as I can, and hopefully it will be up before next month is over.