Simon and Jace were essentially living with us at this point and so far we hadn't had any problems. However, four people with one bathroom could be a challenge. Isabelle and I had discussed one of us moving out, but had decided to wait at least until after Jace's rematch with Jonathan.

It had been two weeks since my studio had opened and the business was starting to pick up. I had a few weddings scheduled later in the month and even a surprise engagement shoot later in the week. I loved photographing weddings and couldn't help but think of my own wedding one day. At this point, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that Jace was the man I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. I couldn't explain it and I knew we had only been together for a few months, but he was it for me.

Having the boys at the apartment with us was great, but we ran out of food so fast I was making trips to the grocery store every few days. I guess that's what we get for dating two professional fighters training for a fight.

Jace and Simon had been working extremely hard these past couple of weeks to get Jace ready for his fight against Jonathan. They were going about everything differently this time around. There was no room for error and they knew what they were doing. Hodge had stepped in as Jace's trainer and Max had been hanging around the apartment with me more often. I loved that little guy.

I walked through the aisles at the grocery store, dropping two of everything in my basket. I looked down and laughed at the ridiculous amount of food piled in my cart. Suddenly, I felt a chill rush through me and knew something was amiss. I turned around to see Jonathan standing behind me with his hands in his pockets and a sinister smile spread across his face.

"So, golden boy thinks he can take the belt back," Jonathan said stepping towards me. I tried to turn and walk away, but he darted in front of me and I froze.

"I don't understand why you hate Jace so much," I said with sass. "You should be thanking him for saving your life. He never should have thrown that fight."

"Saving my life? He ruined my life."

"What the hell are you talking about, Jonathan?" I was getting angry. All I wanted to do was get out of here, but I wanted to hear why he hated Jace so much.

"Yeah, sure, he threw the fight and my debt was cleared, but after the fight, Jace told everyone in the industry what I had done. Hodge wouldn't let me train with him anymore. Every gym I went to, turned me away and when my dad bought the organization, I had to practically beg him to let me fight. Even my father thinks Jace is better than me and I'm sick of it."

"You brought that on yourself. Now, if you'll please move so I can go home." I tried to push my cart forward, but he remained still. His hands gripped the side of the cart and flung it to the side as he rushed me. He grabbed me around the waist with one arm and covered my mouth with the other. I looked around frantically trying to see if anyone was seeing this. The store was mysteriously empty.

"I wonder what Jace would do if he found out that you ran away with me. He would probably stop fighting all together. The gym would be nothing without him and his life would be ruined. Maybe if I take you, everything else will just fall into place."

As he started walking me towards the door, he was holding me in front of him with his arms wrapped around me. He had made the mistake of not restraining my arms though and I jammed an elbow into his ribs. His grip loosened and I stomped down on the instep of his right foot. He cried out as I brought my knee to his groin.

An employee at the store finally noticed what was going on and rushed over to me. He informed me that the police had already been called and they would be there any minute to take Jonathan away. He escorted me to a back room where I sat and called Jace.

"Hey, Red," he answered after the second ring.

"Jace," I whispered.

"Clary, what's wrong? Tell me, baby."

"I don't want you to freak out, but Jonathan tried to take me at the grocery store just now. The police are on their way and I fought him off, but I just really need you with me right now."

"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes, just don't try to talk to him, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I love you."

"You have no idea how much I love you, babe."

I hung up the phone and waited for Jace to arrive. Ten minutes later, I heard shouts coming from the other side of the door. I looked out the window and noticed Jonathan sitting in a chair with his hands cuffed together. Simon was standing over him shouting and pointing his finger in Jonathan's face. Jace was holding him back until he saw me through the window in the office. He said something to Simon and he instantly backed off as Jace walked toward the office I was sitting in. The door flew open and Jace fell to his knees in front of me. His hands ran over my face and arms to make sure I wasn't hurt. I finally took his face in my hands and forced him to look in my eyes.

"Jace, I'm fine," I told him. "You taught me how to defend myself and I did. I'm going to press charges and there's no way he'll ever try to hurt me again."

"Babe, you'll have to go to court and testify," he said.

"I don't care. I will do anything to stop him and he needs to be stopped."

Jace nodded as he stood, bringing me with him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me to him for a few minutes before there was a knock on the door. A police officer poked his head in and asked for my statement. After I told him what happened, the other two officers escorted Jonathan out of the store and into the back of a cop car. I was informed that they would be in contact with me about where to go from there. Then I hopped into Jace's car after handing my keys to Simon so he could drive it back to the gym.

When we got to the gym, Jace and I went straight to his office. He sat down in his chair and opened his arms to me. I curled up in his lap as he held me. No words were needed. We just needed to be there with each other to reassure ourselves that we were okay. The phone rang bringing us out of our trance.

"Angelic Power," Jace answered. "This is he…yes…I understand…Thank you…I'll be in touch." Jace put the phone down and I turned my head to face him. "That was Valentine. He said that Jonathan was going to be stripped of his title and there would be an interim champion decided in a fight in two weeks. I will still get my shot at the belt in two months, but Jonathan Morgenstern will never fight again."

I jerked forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and squeezing tight. "Jace, that's wonderful," I exclaimed and pulled back to look at his face. "Why don't you seem more excited?"

"I am, I just wanted to fight him and prove to him and myself that I was too wrapped up in the first fight to take it seriously. I was so sure I was going to beat him and I didn't train the way I normally would have, but I was so ready to prove him wrong and make him see that he couldn't hurt me anymore. I don't even care about the title anymore."

"Jace, don't you see? You beat him. We won. He will never be able to take anything away from you because he was stupid and let hate enter his heart. He blames you for everything that went wrong in his life when he should be looking back and realizing that it was all on him." He looked away for a few seconds before I turned his head to face me again. "Why do you love fighting?"

"Because I'm good at it." I smirked and smacked his chest playfully.

"I'm serious, Jace. What is it about getting punched in the face and your limbs bent in weird positions that makes you keep coming back for more?"

"It's hard to explain, but when I'm in the ring and the fight is about to begin, when the announcer is making introductions and I'm looking across the ring at a guy who looks like he wants to kill me, a sense of calm washes over me. I forget everything that happened before I walked up those steps and don't worry about anything that happens after the bell rings. All I think about is maintaining control. The ring is the one place in my life where I feel like I have control. I and I alone control the outcome of the fight. It's not because I love hitting people, but it is because I love being able to control something. I love being able to see all of my hard work pay off. I love seeing my friends and family off to the side after the fight, win or loose. I love seeing blood and sweat stain the mats after a tough fight because it means that I powered through and fought with everything I have."

"You see? Not once did you say you loved winning. It wouldn't have mattered if you beat Jonathan. All you would have cared about were the things you just listed and when you did loose, that was what kept you from going ballistic in your prep room."

"You're right."

"I know I'm right." He smiled and pulled me tighter against him. "Don't let one person bring you down when there are so many who love you."

Simon barged through the door and Jace looked his way. "Have you ever heard of knocking?"

"Whatever, man," Simon said waving him off. "Everyone wants to know if you guys are okay."

"We're fine," Jace said before looking back to me. "Now can you please go finish the kids class so we can go home? It's been a long day and all I want to do is go to bed."

"Fine, but if you think I'm mopping the mats and moving the bags again, you are sorely mistaken."

"Just go," Jace said as I laughed and got up from my spot in his lap.

I made my way over to my studio to make sure everything was locked up and I had everything prepared for the next day. When I came across the picture of Jace and I on my desk, I stopped and stared at it until Jace came by to tell me he and Simon were going home, music to my ears. I decided to leave my car at the studio for the night and hopped into Jace's car. The three of us sang along to the radio and laughed with each other the whole way home knowing that someday soon, there would be changes in all of our lives.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought and leave a review!

I will be doing a Simon and Izzy chapter soon, so I'm pretty excited about that. I've never done one and I think it will be in Simon's point of view. Let me know what you think about that.

Oh and don't worry! Jonathan isn't going to just disappear after all of this. He will be angrier than ever and won't back down without a fight! :)