Chapter 46: Gala! Clary finally finds her ovaries and has a chat with Valentine… and gets the upper hand with Jonathan… a taste of his own medicine? I've already started the next chapter and should have it posted ASAP.
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Previously: "I will kill him for touching you Clary… and for what he did to Jocelyn. I promise. I love you so much."
Jace tightened his shoulder holster and buttoned his tuxedo jacket. Sitting down on the bed he leaned over to tie his shoes. He felt a nervous thrill burst in his stomach. Tonight I'm getting Clary back and I will spend the rest of my life protecting her. I can't wait to hold her again. He stood up and took one last look in the mirror, spotting his cousin behind him. Will checked his hair in the mirror. "I don't know how we're supposed to blend into the crowd later… two Herondale's in tuxedos. The horny women coming at us will make this mission dangerous enough." Jace smiled and gave a small laugh. "Yeah. I was wondering about that. I suppose we'll have to beat them off with sticks, if things get hairy." They both chuckled and turned when they heard an annoyed sigh in the doorway.
Jem leaned against the doorframe, his strange silvery hair, slicked back with gel. "If you two are done ego-fluffing each other, it's time to get to the gala and prepare for the mission. Just to recap, gentleman. Tessa has Clary's fake passport and papers at the new safe house. We don't make a move until our guys cut the power and the lights go out at 21:00. Jace, be in position to snatch Clary at that time. Per the instructions, she will go to the ladies room, near the back fire exit, then come back out. Will or I will get Amatis, depending on which side of the room she falls at go-time. This time, Jace, please feel free to trip the alarm. It will cause enough chaos for us to disappear. After you get Clary, Jace, run to the SUV and drive immediately to the safe house. We have our own SUV and will meet you there tomorrow with Amatis and Tessa to regroup and get the hell out of Idris. Are we clear on our roles and the timeline?" Jace and Will exchanged glances, then looked back at Jem and nodded. The men walked towards the door.
Will cleared his throat and put his hand on Jace's shoulder as Jem walked out of the house. "A little advice, cousin. If Clary gives you any resistance, just overpower her and take her. We can't take the chance of her hesitating and worrying about where Amatis is. Word is Jonathan is completely mad over Clary… emphasis on mad. Our man on the inside reported that he mutilated and killed Axel Mortmain for trying to force himself on her. Well, now that they are married, he'll be more difficult, he considers her his property–" Jace growled and clenched his fists. How dare that motherfucker… Will squeezed Jace's shoulder. "Anyway, there is a very real chance that things may turn left. But, fuck the consequences, remember?" Jace smiled tightly and clapped his hand over Will's. "I do remember. Nothing will stop me this time…not even Clary." I'm coming, baby.
Jonathan fastened his Morgenstern cufflinks through his french-cuffs and slid on his black velvet tuxedo jacket. He smoothed his permanently tousled white hair back and smiled as his wife walked into their room to the mirror. Jonathan took a deep breath as his pants tightened across his arousal. Damn. So fucking gorgeous. Clary wore a red lace a-line floor-length gown with a deep v-neck and thin lace straps. Her thick hair was pulled back into an elaborate, low chignon, with loose curls framing her face. She leaned forward and applied red lipstick to her pouty lips and made eye contact with him in the mirror.
Walking up behind her he gripped her hips, bent his face down and kissed her bare shoulders. Looking down the front of her dress he groaned at her perfect, round tits. Fuck. "Clarissa, are you wearing a bra? Your breasts look—." He moaned and slid his hands up the tight bodice of the gown and cupped them, caressing her cleavage with his thumbs. He pressed his hardness against her back and squeezed her breasts. God. I want her.
Clary leaned back against him and sighed. "No, I'm not. The dress has built-in supports, so I don't need one. Now… I'm going to stop you right now, Jon. I can't be late to this gala… so don't try any of your dark sex magic on me. We have later tonight to look forward to." Sex magic? Jonathan chuckled. Clary took a deep, shaky breath. "Anyway, you've had plenty of… me since yesterday. I'm surprised I can walk… Isn't that enough for now?" Jonathan turned her around in his arms and pulled her tightly against him as she struggled to pull away. Never. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck and nipped her ear. "There will never be "enough" when it comes to having you, kitten. I decide when it's enough. You are mine, remember?" Clary stopped struggling, smiled tightly, nodded and looked down. Why is she acting so nervous today?
Perhaps it had to do with yesterday. When he had come to her room, after being released, and saw her looking so vulnerable… knowing she was naked under her robe, he had been overcome with a primal need to possess her, to dominate, and fuck her. He had almost lost her– another man, his own father, had tried to steal her from him… he needed to reclaim her. When he had verified that she was physically unharmed, he had pushed her onto the bed and asked Clary to let him have her. When she relented, he ravaged her for hours. I would have even if she said no, but it seems Clarissa is learning to submit to the inevitable.
After she had come out from her shower and found him reading Jocelyn's fucking journal, Jonathan had to quickly think of feasible lies to cover for himself. He wasn't certain that she completely believed him at first, but pretending to sympathize with Jocelyn's experiences and shifting the blame to Valentine seemed to be the kicker. Her fear of his father and the comfort and security Jonathan was able to provide, brought her further under his control. Jonathan got hard again, remembering Clarissa asking him to protect her from his father. She's succumbing to me… it won't be long until I have her completely under my control. Jonathan knew that Clary still loved Jace, so after his father had been dealt with, he'd have to figure out how to kill Jace Herondale. But he'd have to tread carefully, so as not to lose Clarissa. He could continue to use Amatis as a way to control and keep her as well, just as his father had. Perhaps he would use her New York friends as motivation as well… maybe that dipshit Simon Lewis.
Jonathan sighed and pouted when Clary pulled away from him and picked up her wristlet. "Shall we go, Jonathan? I'm anxious to get there early to inspect the setup. It must be perfect." He picked up her manicured hand and kissed it, looking longingly at their new enormous bed. I want to throw her on it again and take her in every position… Clary had asked that her old room be a studio space and private sanctum, just as her mother had before her. Jonathan allowed her to have that, as he wanted less dissonance between them… he wanted to please her, so she would be more compliant, especially in the bedroom. He slid her black velvet wrap over her shoulders and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Of course, love. Let's get to the helicopter. Father is already there, so no worries about riding with him. However, since the press will be there, as well as many Idrian business associates, we have to keep up appearances, so you may have to interact with him… as a Morgenstern woman. But after tonight, you won't have to tolerate him much longer. So, be a good girl, hmm?" Clary looked up at him with a worried expression on her face and nodded nervously, looking down submissively. "I understand, Jon. I'll be good." I need to fuck her soon.
He pulled her closer as he led her to the door. He stopped them at the door and wrapped his arms tightly around her and leaned down, putting his mouth against hers. "Clarissa, you forgot to tell me something, didn't you?" Clary cleared her throat and nodded, then looked at him with wide emerald eyes. "Yes, of course, sorry–" Again… She seems more nervous than usual. It's probably the gala and what happened with Valentine. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brushed his lips with hers. "I love you, Jonathan… and I belong to you." Good girl. Last night, as they christened their marital bed, he told her he expected to hear those exact words from her every day. Just to drive his point home, he made her scream it every time he forced her to cum. She screamed it a lot. Jonathan moaned and kissed her deeply, holding her tighter. Clary grunted uncomfortably in his iron embrace. He pulled back and stared down at her lustfully. "And I love you, Clarissa. We belong to each other." He released her and led her from their room. I can't wait for this Jocelyn Fairchild Morgenstern Fray Garroway art shit to be over with… I want my wife's focus on me… we'll have a kingdom to run... after I kill the king, of course.
Jace sat stoically at a table near the back of the gala with Tessa and Jem. Will was seated at a table closer to the front, near Amatis. Clary and Jonathan had made their entrance earlier, meeting Valentine and Amatis on a large platform near the front. The Morgenstern security spread out through the crowds, mingling, but always watching Valentine, Clary and Jonathan. Valentine made a speech about Jocelyn and her art work… how he was blessed to have serendipitously met her daughter, Clarissa, in Amsterdam… hiring her to curate and present her mother's works and discover her Fairchild legacy. Jace had nearly puked when he lied about how Clary and Jon had fallen in love in New York and were married at a private ceremony the day before. Clary's eyes had teared up and the paparazzi ate it up, thinking her sentimental… but Jace knew she was frustrated and trying not to lose it, as Valentine spouted so many lies. Tessa stood and walked over to the bar, where Jace could see Amatis pull out and sit on a stool. Almost time to do this.
Clary took two champagne glasses from her table and handed one to Jonathan, who proudly wrapped a possessive arm around her. They smiled at each other and drained their glasses, as the paparazzi's cameras clicked and flashed. This is a little over the top. Now my face will be splattered all over Idrian television and newspapers. I hope this doesn't hurt our escape. Jonathan placed their empty glasses on the table and kissed Clary passionately in front of the press. Clary cringed at the overt show of ownership it represented. She blushed, licked her lips and rubbed them together after he pulled away. I can almost taste the full dose of Faerie Nectar I slipped into his glass. Paybacks a bitch, Jonathan.
Clary had stealthily slipped a large dose of ground-up Faerie Nectar powder into Jonathan's glass during Valentine's speech. She had been hoarding the small pills he had been giving her since Edom, pretending to be high when he used her body… allowing him to do anything he wanted to her… submitting. Hating him, but secretly loving much of what he did to her body. Stop it. Don't think about it. You did it to survive. Luckily, Jonathan didn't seem to have noticed the slight tangy aftertaste. She just needed him out of the way while she escaped. I just can't take a chance of him catching me again… punishing me. Sebastian. He had been especially aggressive and rough last night, leaving bruises, bite marks, and hickeys on her body. He had insisted she tell him she loved him and belonged to him, forcing her to scream it as he manipulated her orgasms. She had been able to cover the marks on her neck and chest with makeup, as the red gown barely covered those areas. He wants to parade me, his property, in front of everyone. She swallowed, feeling her heart began to pound, afraid he would know what she did. He's no fool. He'll know he got dosed. Fuck. Twenty minutes and he won't be a threat to me or Jace… we'll be out of here.
More cameras clicked and flashed at them. Questions flew at them about their wedding, Clary's new found status as the Fairchild heiress, now Morgenstern bride. They were being touted as a "Power Couple" and the "next generation of Idrian elites". Clary answered questions politely, not divulging too much information, allowing Jonathan to drive the interviews… as expected of her. Clary looked out over the gallery, pride swelling in her heart at the crowds of people enjoying her mother's paintings. At least I got to see this. Jonathan excused himself to chat with a man that she remembered from their wedding reception. The two men spoke quietly and rather intensely about something. Shit. I hope it's not about Jace. Across the room, she saw Tessa and Amatis standing near the bar, whispering to each other.
Clary walked over to the bar and picked up another glass of champagne, hugging Tessa, pretending to show off her gown. Tessa smiled and looked her up and down, whispering to her. "Clary, my dear. I hope you are ready for tonight. Everything is in place. Just be at your spot at nine o'clock… just twenty more minutes, sweetheart. You know the rest…" Clary nodded and leaned towards her, whispering. "Yes, Tessa. I'm ready. I dosed Jonathan with Faerie Nectar. He should be out of the way for a while, at least." Amatis laughed and nodded. "Good. A taste of his own medicine. I like your style, niece." Clary's eyes widened when she saw Valentine approach them. Shit, where's Jonathan? She smiled and fake-laughed and held her glass up to Amatis and Tessa. The women clinked their glasses together, giggling. Valentine smiled enigmatically at the three women. "Good evening, ladies. I'm glad I caught you all together. I want to tell you all that this gallery gala is amazing and beautiful. The perfect homage to Jocelyn. I hope you are proud, Clarissa. I know your mother is, wherever she may be." How dare this fucking pig speak her name after what he did… to both of us.
Clary smiled tightly at him, shaking. "Thank you, Valentine. None of this would have been possible without you… and your steadfast, obsessive collecting of her works, over the years." Valentine narrowed his eyes and looped his arm through hers. "Come, Clarissa. Let's dance… I insist." He quickly pulled her to the dance floor as photographers snapped their pictures. He pulled her close to him, his hand on her lower back, the other clasping her hand. He led her around the dance floor in a forced dance. He lowered his face to her ear and inhaled. Clary stiffened. Jesus. He is fucking disgusting. "Clarissa, I hope there are no hard feelings about the misunderstanding at your wedding reception last evening. I had no intention of anything untoward, I assure you. The drugs–" Clary pulled back from him and fake-smiled at him, narrowing her eyes. "Cut the bullshit, Valentine. I remember what you did… There is no misunderstanding. You admitted it before I lost consciousness. I told Jonathan as well. He's not pleased." She tried to remove herself from his arms, but he only tightened them. "Clever, girl… always smarter than you let on. Just like Jocelyn. Hmm… no matter. You're still trapped with us and you're not going anywhere. I'll have you eventually." He chuckled and rubbed her lower back.
Clary stiffened and leaned in closer to his face. "Clever? Why thank you. You'll never have me you fucking pervert. I'll see you dead first. I have a few other tidbits I'd like to share with you." He raised his eyebrows and looked down at her lips, then back up to her eyes. His breathing became audible and he pressed his hardness against her. Clary grunted in disgust and started to struggle with him. He's actually getting turned on… sicko. He turned them around as the music slowed. Clary locked eyes with Jonathan across the room and she widened her eyes at him. He looked furious, walking towards them. He stopped for a second, as if to get his bearings, then continued towards them. Has the drug started working on him? "Clary smiled wickedly at Valentine. "I know what you did to my mother, Valentine. I know everything… her pregnancy, the car accident, the first Jonathan Christopher… my older brother with the red curls. Her memory loss, forcing poor baby Jonathan, with the white curls, upon a wounded, traumatized woman. He didn't deserve that and neither did she. Whatever happened to Lilith, anyway? You probably killed her… I know about the druggings the rapes, the beatings… how mom escaped with my father, pregnant with me. Your vile lies got me here. And you had her burned alive you–"
Clary gasped as he crushed her tightly against him, growling into her ear. "You will stop speaking now, little girl. Did you hear all of this from Amatis? I think someone has forgotten her place. No one challenges me. Especially a woman. It's time you learned that… perhaps I'll teach you the same lessons I taught your mother." Shit. Valentine suddenly jerked back away from her as Jonathan violently pulled him from Clary. Jonathan gripped the back of Valentine's neck and leaned in by his ear, as if he were telling him a secret. "May I cut in, Father? I fucking told you that Clarissa needed her space. Now, off with you before I get angry and cause a scene in front of all your business associates and the Idrian press." Valentine jerked away from Jonathan and took a deep breath, before looking Clary up and down. I shouldn't have done that… but I'm glad he now knows that my mother's secrets are no longer hidden. Jonathan stepped in front of her, tilting his head at his father. Valentine stared menacingly at his son. "I own the press, son. This isn't over. We shall all discuss this tomorrow at breakfast. Until then…" He turned and walked back towards their tables at the front… his bodyguards not far behind.
Jonathan's vision started to blur as he turned and pulled his trembling wife into a gentle embrace. He was surprised how buzzed he felt. I haven't had that much champagne. Clary put her hand up to his cheek and caressed it. "Jon, thank you, I was so frightened– what's wrong? You look all flushed and you're sweating. Are you ill, love? Should we go home? It's nearly nine." Jonathan shivered with arousal, staring down at his gorgeous, sexy wife. He felt himself harden and he groaned. What the fuck is wrong with me? Did I get drugged? The champagne…it had a tart taste… Faerie Nectar! Clary wrapped a supportive arm around him. "Here, Jon. Let's get you back to the table." He chuckled and turned towards her, grabbing her face in his hands, slurring. "I've been drugged, kitten. All I can think about is ripping that dress from you and fucking you raw. I need to get to the bathroom and use the reversal agent before I lose control, love… and rub one out. I'll be back in about ten minutes." He pulled her face against his and ravaged her mouth with his lips. Clary raised her eyebrows and pulled away, gasping. "I'll wait for you right here…I'll get you some water." He blinked at her and saluted her, stumbling slightly towards the restrooms. He reached into his tuxedo jacket and felt his little black case, where he kept his own drugs. Never leave home without it. Reverse this shit, then figure out who fucking drugged me. Probably Father… another reason he has to die. Then, take my wife up to our penthouse and fuck her all night long.
Her heart racing, Clary took a deep, steadying breath and started walking to the ladies restrooms near the fire exit, as planned. It would be a good fifteen minutes before Jonathan's head would clear. Good. How do you like having no control of your urges you fucking rapist? She carefully scanned the crowd as she got closer, smiling politely at acquaintances from her wedding and the gala. She spotted a few bodyguards along the wall who watched her impassively, nodding at her in acknowledgement. Clary returned their nods when she spotted him further down the wall, out of their line of vision. Jace Herondale. The love of her life. She quickly closed the distance between them and walked past him to the ladies room. He looked so fucking handsome in his tuxedo, his golden hair brushed back. He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked, ogling her as she passed. Shivering, she winked at him, and went inside. Breathe.
She nervously walked up to the mirror and touched up her makeup as a few women chatted against the wall. She smoothed a few wayward curls back into her chignon, watching as the women exited the lounge. She looked down at the sparkling emerald ring on her ring finger and clenched her jaw. I belong to no one. She removed it and gently placed it on the shelf beneath the mirror. Pulling out her lipstick, she wrote a special message to her psychotic husband on the mirror above her ring. Clary looked at her reflection and nodded at herself, trembling. She tried to turn and leave but couldn't move. She gripped the counter in frustration. You can do this. He won't be able to hurt you anymore. Just go with Jace… break the fucking hold Jonathan has over you. Go now. Now. Clary let out a high pitched growl, quickly turned and rushed out of the lounge to meet Jace… Soon all hell would break loose.