I'm really sorry for letting you wait so long for the second chapter. Maybe you've read it on my profile, but I'm currently dealing with some anxiety problems and I don't really feel like writing a lot. It probably wasn't worth the long wait, but here's another chapter! I hope you guys don't hate me for not posting :/
Read and enjoy!

Diiiiiiiiiisclaimer: I do not own the freaking characters. It's called fanfiction for a reason.

Alec POV

I just got out of the interrogation room and was about to get a cup of coffee. I suppressed a yawn and rubbed my eyes. It was a long day. First Jace calling me at 3 am to talk about his girlfriend problems. Then finding Isabelle in my kitchen, eating my food. And on top of that, I had to finish a report about someone stealing lamps from offices in New York. So yeah, you could say that I was having a rough day. Luckily I have the best friend ever. Jem agreed on helping me with my drug case. He went out to get the bad guys and I waited here on the station for him to get back. What I didn't expect to happen was meeting the caramel skinned guy with the beautiful gold/green eyes again. To say I was shocked is an understatement.

I got my cup of coffee and walk towards my office when I heard someone calling out for me.

"Blue eyes!" I turned around and looked in the face of Magnus Bane. His eyes were sparkling from happiness or glitter, either way it looked amazing.
"Yeah?" I said nonchalant while my heart was racing in my chest. It's not okay to feel like this when you don't know the guy right?
"I've been thinking," Magnus begun with a smirk creeping up on his face. "You seem like a nice guy to me and judging on the way you look at me when you think that I'm not looking, you think the same about me." I felt my cheeks burning. I opened my mouth to say something but I couldn't think of anything. "What about you come over to my house and we have some dinner together?" The green eyed man said. I bit on my lip.
"Well… I don't know…"
What? You don't know what Alec? You don't know if you want to? Because you do. Hell yeah you do! Come on, what's the worst that can happen? Well, of course I could make a total fool out of myself but that wouldn't be the first time. I thought about my conversation with Isabelle a few weeks ago. Yolo right?
"Okay then."
"Really?!" I smiled awkwardly at him.
"Yeah."
He wrote something down on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "My house, 8 o'clock?"
"Sounds good to me." I said.
"See you then Blue eyes." He winked at me and walked away.

Magnus POV

This was definitely a mistake. I knew that much but I wasn't going to stop. I couldn't stop anymore, it was already too late. I couldn't bring myself to care anymore either. I just let it happen. You know how they say that before you die, you see your life flashing by? Well, it's true.

All the bad things started when I was 8. My mom and I used to sing and dance on musical songs. It made me so happy when she would lift me in the air and it would feel like I could fly. It would always end the same though. My stepdad would walk in on our little musical session and yell at my mother that she was making me gay. That she was making me a sinful person. That if she kept doing this, she would be sending me to hell all by herself. She once interrupted him. She knew she shouldn't but she still did. She told him to shut his goddamn mouth for once and leave us alone. It was a mistake. It was such a big mistake. I was sent to my room, but I overheard them from the stairs, hugging myself while listening to the yelling voices. "You're asking for it" I heard my stepfather say to my mom in a deadly soft voice. I heard a slap and the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. I still remember running back to the living room only to see my mother lying on the ground with her hands in front of her face. I can't remember what I happened next, only that I ended up lying with my mom and crying.

That was the first time my stepfather abused my mom. There were other times where he would be really sweet to my mom and give her flowers and chocolate. She would act thankful and hug him, kiss him, but I knew better than to believe that everything was fine again. Her once oh so beautiful green eyes lost their sparkles a long time ago. The situation got worse with time. They eventually became so bad that my mom killed herself in one last chance for happiness. I don't blame her. I miss her, but I don't blame her. For a long time I blamed my stepfather and he blamed me. The years after her dead were painful. My stepdad and I moved to the states. I hoped that we could get a new start. A new beginning. How wrong I was. My stepdad would come home drunk every night. He would hurt me physically and mentally and he didn't even care. He never cared. Those were actually the worst years of my life. But after a while people started to suspect things. And they were right. My dad eventually was sent to jail after he tried to drown me in the lake near our house.

At the age of sixteen I lost both my parents and lived on the streets of New York. At first I went to high school, but it seemed pointless. Why would I need education when I couldn't even afford living in a appartment? So after a few years, I dropped out. I was only eighteen years old by then. I lived on the streets and I needed money. I started selling my body. I did what I needed to do to survive. At some point I got involved by a big drug smuggle and they seemed to like me so they asked if I wanted to join their gang. Why not? I thought. Life can't get worse now can it? So I joined them and that's what got me in the situation I'm in right now.
I last thing I hear is someone yelling and I feel a sting of pain before everything fades away and I slip out of consciousness.

My wrists are tied to the arms of the black wooden chair I'm sitting on. A huge man is sitting on the chair on the other side of the room, gun in his hands. How I ended up in this situation? It's kind of a funny story.

I just got back from the police office. Everything went fine. I invited blue eyes to dinner and he said yes. It was too perfect to be true. When I walked back to my house, I saw a man standing on my portch. I didn't know his name, but I reconised him as one of the Castro gang members from the strip club. So he also got away. I smiled at him and he walked over to me. "Magnus Bane right?"
"Yes."
He nodded. "James Miller is the name. I'm here because I have a task for you. There is another drugs gang in our part of the city and they are stealing our costumers. I need you to get rid of them."
"Wha- me?! How could I possibly get rid of a drugs gang?! I don't even know how to use a weapon!"
"Well, too bad kid because Castro asked for you. You're still new so you need to prove yourself. If you succeed you'll get everything you've ever dreamed of, if you don't… you'll die."
"And what if I don't do it? What if I refuse to do it?"
"Not doing it equals not succeeding. You choose." And with that the man walked away.

The guy stands up from his chair and walks over to me. "Magnus Bane," the man says with a light accent I can't really place. Castro's new puppet. I'm very curious what will happen when you meet our leader. I mean, you did try to get rid of us… Can't over look that so easily right?" I said nothing. I had to get away from here. "Don't worry, he'll be here soon." He laughs but his laughter stops abruptly when we hear a noise coming from the room next to us. The guy smirks at me and says: "Looks like he's already here."
The door opens with a bang and a man in a long dark coat walks into the room. I can't see his face from here. The big man talks again. "I did exactly what you told me to do master. I brought him here for you."
"You are a loyal member, Teo." That- that voice… It sounds familiar…
"You can go now."
"As you wish sir." The man with the gun left the room, leaving me alone with the man in the coat.
I'm still trying to place the voice with a face when the man walks towards me, into the light.
"Nice to see you again Magnus."
Oh shit.

AN:

And? And? AND? Did you like it? I hope so :p If you did, you can review on this chapter and tell me. Again, I apologize for not being active. Oh and I didn't check for mistakes in this chapter because I'm a lazy piece of shit but I'll read it tomorrow.

THANKS FOR READING!

Love,

Mariëtte