xoxomco: Haha thank you. I'm sure I could fit both Clary's inability to raise one eyebrow and Jace's duck phobia in here somewhere hahaha.

xSweetSouthx: That's good to hear! Aha thanks, so I've been told.

eva, Guest, ClaceandPeenis4eva, riley207, ravenwalker321, jesssmith123xxx, Claire 98: Thank youuu

SuShadowhunter from Ravenclaw: Only when he's high. Gonna be some badass shit. You have but it never gets old haha.

anon: I'm trying! Really! I'm glad you liked Bittersweet.

Lauren: STOP YELLING AHHHHH! I'M TRYING!

Clary put her empty bowl and spoon in the sink after eating her (Jace's) cereal. "So did you have any plans lined up already?" she asked as Jace walked into the kitchen. Shirtless, as usual.

"Well, actually I-" Jace did a double take of where Clary's cereal had been on the worktop and squinted. "What's that?"

"What's what?"

"Where your bowl has been. Is that a ring of milk? Jesus Christ, how fucking difficult is it to get it all in the bowl? Or, even if you do spill it, it's not difficult to clean it up for Christ's sake!"

Clary rolled her eyes. "God, your OCD gets worse by the day. I'll clean it up." She reached for a cloth.

Jace grabbed her wrist lightning quick and not gently. "I'LL clean it up." He pulled disinfectant out from under the sink.

"My God." Clary muttered.

Jace scrubbed ferociously at the worktop then threw away the cloth. When he was finished he turned back to Clary with the intention of answering her earlier question but something was bothering him. "Wait... How did you get into my apartment?"

"I picked the lock," Clary shrugged nonchalantly. "Gotta get used to living with me roomie." Clary punched his arm and spoke with mocking happiness. "So, plans?"

Jace leaned against the counter and inspected his nails. "There's a huge shipping of coke coming in from Amsterdam. And it's the good stuff. Pure."

"Pure?! Jesus Christ, how much?"

"60 kilos." Jace shrugged as though the thought of 60 kilos of cocaine was nothing.

"60 FUCKING KILOS?! Do you know how much that shit is worth?!" She yelled rhetorically. Jace thanked no particular God that he had bought an apartment where barely anyone lived. "Who's selling you this?"

"... That's the tricky part."

"You're stealing it as soon as it comes in, aren't you?"

"No, no," Jace walked up to Clary and slung an arm around her shoulders. "We are stealing it as soon as it comes in."

"I knew you had a few problems up there," she tapped his temple "but I didn't think you were suicidal."

Jace dramatically stumbled back and put a hand over his heart. "Oh, doll face. Your lack of faith in me, in us, hurts."

"Good."

"Don't be like that."

Clary heaved a sigh then her phone vibrated. Jonathan was calling.

"What is it?"

"Uh, sis? The guys aren't taking the whole me-taking-over thing well."

"What? I told them-"

"I know but they... you know them, they don't like change."

Clary squeezed her eyes shut. Sure, she didn't take it when people messed about or when people under her didn't do as she said but this was her gang. They were like family. "I'll be over." She hung up.

After she told Jace where she was heading and the situation hs said, "Can I come? I hear it's hot when you're mad." He winked.

Clary made a noise of disgust then walked out, not caring to check whether Jace was following.

"So?" Clary stood in front of her gang, hands on hips, feet shoulder width apart. "Why the fuck am I hearing from Jonathan already?"

The room was deathly silent as pales faces and wide eyes stared back at the powerful woman in front of them. Clary was scary when she was angry. Jace was at the back watching her and the gang members curiously.

She slammed her hand down on the desk. "DID I NOT SPEAK LOUD ENOUGH?! I ASKED A QUESTION, YOU WILL ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK A QUESTION!"

Someone from the front row raised his hand hesitantly and cleared his throat. "Uh, ma'am," Clary nodded at him in acknowledgment and he stood up. "Well, I think that the gang just doesn't want to, um, lose you as a leader. We're used to you, it's more... comfortable."

Clary seemed to have calmed down slightly. "That does not mean that you lot should form some sort of rebellion, Simon-"

"Hardly a rebellion." Someone at the back muttered.

Clary's anger returned. "Stand up." She spoke with an oddly calm tone. Can't be good, Jace thought.

No one moved other than a few small gasps and hard swallows.

"I said STAND THE FUCK UP."

The culprit stood up, slouching slightly, looking like he didn't care. Like those kids at school who always announced that they were too cool to study and ended up getting terrible grades. The terrible grades part was yet to come for him.

"What did you say?"

"I said 'hardly a rebellion'." he shrugged which caused Clary to narrow her eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Dale."

"Well, Dale, I suggest that you stop making sarcastic comments to me before I rip your lungs out and pop them."

Dale scoffed.

That was the completely wrong thing to do. Clary's jaw clenched. "Follow me. You'll regret doubting my threat."

At that, he stiffened and his eyes widened. Clary walked out and, after a moment's hesitation, he followed.

After 20 minutes, Clary came back in wiping blood off her knuckles.

"What happened?" Jace was the only one to ask and everyone turned to gape at him. No one spoke to Clary when things like this happened.

Clary met his eyes. "Number 1 rule of working with me; do not try to get one over on me." Clary smirked and that's when Jace realised just how dangerous she really was.