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Clary laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Then stopped abruptly. "Yeah, no."

Jace shrugged, not wavered by the rejection. "Well, it'd be easier. We'd have everything here, it wouldn't be hard to contact each other-"

"HA! Wouldn't be hard to contact each other? We'd hardly see each other. You'd either be out picking up a new slut or robbing a goddamn bank and I'd just be trying to avoid you." Her voice rose in volume the more incredulous she got.

Jace frowned. "Oh, come on. When have I ever robbed a bank?!"

"That time when you tried to frame my gang for it."

"... Oh yeah."

"And that's another thing; my gang will send out a fucking lynch mob if they find out that I dropped them for you."

Jace shrugged, looking bored. "Not my problem."

"It will be when I rip off your dick and shove it down your throat."

One of Jace's hands instinctively went to cover him up. "Don't touch the goods if you intend to harm them, baby."

Clary shook her head, her vibrant hair bouncing as she did. "And how did your gang deal with the news."

"They were okay with it. Or at least they said they were; they wouldn't dare object with me the leader." He seemed rather smug. "I expect that it would be that way for you."

"... I would have to leave someone in charge and I would have to check in every week or so." She mentally weighed up the options.

"Come on, doll face, I haven't got all day."

Clary slowly turned to give a Jace a warning look. He smirked then looked away, shaking his head.

"I'll sort it out." She stood up, away from Jace's grasp, then pulled out her phone and speedily typed in a number. The phone was on a low volume so Jace only heard Clary's side.

"It's me."

"..."

"I'm grand, listen, we need to talk." Clary was pacing slowly.

"..."

"Wow, you're hilarious." Clary answered monotonously. "It's about some... re-arrangements considering the gang."

"..."

"Yeah."

"..."

"Yeah, just tell them I said they had to and they will."

"..."

"Sure thing, kid." She hung up and walked straight to the door. "I'm sorting this out. I'll be back whenever it's done."

"I don't wait around for anyone."

"Fine then, we'll call this off."

"I don't think either of us should be hasty."

Clary scoffed. "Whatever."

"Here's the problem child of the family." Jonathan pushed off the railing in the car park a few blocks down from Jace's apartment to face the approaching red head.

Clary flipped him off. "We're both the problem child."

Jonathan shrugged. "You run a fucking gang, Clare. The gang that I'm in. We both may be mobsters but that title is yours."

Clary shook her head her face scrunching slightly in disagreement. "Whatever. Listen Jon, about that gang rearrangement... I need you to take over for a while."

Jon frowned. Clary didn't let people order about her gang and she never left her gang in the hands of someone else. She liked the control over them. The order. The routine. She liked when she knew what was happening. If something went wrong, which is very rare, she would take full blame for it.

"What? Why?"

"Herondale has something going on, apparently. He wants me in."

"Herondale? As in Herondale who runs the Bronx gang?!"

"No, the other one. Yes, Herondale who runs the Bronx gang."

Jonathan was shocked to say the least. "But you hate him!"

"Yeah, but I can't deny that he's good. He's a good leader, I think his plan is something to look into."

Jonathan nodded. He trusted Clary's judgement. "And you want me to take over?"

Clary nodded. "For the foreseeable future."

"Why me?"

Clary sighed. "Jon, I trust you with this. You're the only one I do trust with this. You're my brother. Valentine started drilling the whole "trust no one but your closest family" thing into us as soon as we could talk, it was bound to worm its way into my fucked up head somehow, along with the rest of his life lessons." Clary rolled her eyes when she said 'life lessons'.

"Of course I'll take over, Clary. I won't let you down."

Clary nudge Jonathan's arm. "I have faith in you, Jon."

Jonathan patted the back of Clary's head and turned to walk off. "Oh and Jon?"

Jonathan looked up from his phone and raised his eyebrows as if asking 'what?'.

Clary smirked. "I'll be checking in on you. If you fuck up, I'll tie you to a lamppost from your balls."

Jonathan chuckled, knowing what Clary was like by now. He's probably the only person who knew that she would come out with things like that. "I'll look forward to the visits."

"It's sorted, fuck face." Clary walked back into Jace's apartment- mildly surprised not to find another whore.

Jace was lying on the sofa, smoking weed and watching Spongebob Squarepants on TV.

"Hey, doll face," Jace waved Clary over with his hand and pointed at the screen. "Look. SpongeBob is washing plates... with a fucking sponge. That's, like... me washing the dishes with a human." Jace shook his head, his bloodshot eyes not leaving the screen.

Clary sighed and took a drag out of the joint before giving it back to him. Working with Jace Herondale will require a lot of perseverance.