Hello readers! So we've reached my goals and beyond and I am so thankful for each and everyone of you. As a token of my appreciation, this chapter will aim to help you to unravel one of my plot lines. Read and review!

The Game

Chapter 17

Sitting on the bench he almost shed a tear, but in the position he was in he couldn't. He wasn't supposed to.

To show vulnerability was to show weakness, and in this lifestyle there was no room for any weakness.

He didn't want to keep going on like this, he knew he was good, great even but he was a lover of people.

Through this secret profession he'd disconnected himself from his friends and family.

His mother knew and she couldn't stop him from doing it, because he would beat her if she spoke out against it.

She had to learn that the hard way.

"I don't want you doing this anymore! Can't you see what it's doing to our family? It's making you distant. Your friends keep calling, asking if you're okay. They're worried, I am too."

"Mom I-"

"I want you to quit, don't go to your next match. I don't want you doing this to yourself," she said, her hazel eyes glowing with unshed tears.

"I've wanted to mom, he says I can't mom. He says if I stop bringing in mo-" The boy was cut off as his father walked in.

Broad shoulders, tall and lean, his father didn't look like much, but he could pack a punch.

The boy learned this many times over, and tried to protect his mother from it.

"What have I told you about this? He's not going to quit, and you need to stop encouraging him to do so!" His father, sneered in his mother's face.

"Get the fuck away from her," The boy said, his teeth and fists clenched so tight, he drew blood.

His father laughed, shoved his mother away and approached the boy.

"What are you going to do? Nothing that's right. You're weak in this household. I'm above you" His father said, a smirk on his face.

The brown haired boy looked at the floor and sighed in defeat.

"You give this up, you even think about walking away and I'll kill her," His father whispered, and stepped away to leave. It was so low even his mother couldn't hear it.

The boy shivered.

"I'm so sorry mom. I have to, it's what I was born to do." The boy walked out of the room and went up the stair to his bedroom.

He could recall a couple of times he'd seen his father hit his mother.

She was defenseless against him. The boy had to do whatever he could to keep his father from hitting his mother again.

He had to get them out, they had to leave like his sister did.

When he walked into his room, he locked the door and turned towards the calendar on the near wall.

"A few more days...a few more days and we'll be out of his grasp," He whispered to himself, as he looked out the window.

"This is my last one, and after this I'm not going back to it," He whispered, shaking off the memory.

Putting on his robe and his mask, he stood up, threw a few punches and sighed deeply.

"Time to kick some ass." He walked out the door and heard the crowd's screams.

He aimed to win this round, if he was going to go out tonight, he'd go out a legend.

He never lost a round, but this one...he wanted to lose. He wanted it to be his very last round.

This was it, this is where it would all end. With a smile, he pushed through the crowd and stepped up to the ring.

~ hours earlier~

Cpov

"Jace," I gasped, as his large warm hands encircled my waist. Electricity shot through my body and I could feel my face flush.

His soft lush lips met mine again and currents went through my body.

Kissing Jace was like a thousand fireworks in the sky. He didn't hold me like I was some kind of porcelain doll.

He held me like he needed me, like I had enough strength for the both of us.

My arms wrapped themselves around his neck and my fingers ran through his hair.

I loved his hair, it was one of my favorite features about him.

His silky blonde curls brushed against my fingers, slipping through.

I lightly tugged on his hair and when he let out a moan, I smiled against his lips. Oh boy. It was just about the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

The fact that I could get that kind of sound out of Jace Wayland was a victory on its own. I'd heard he wasn't very expressive with girls.

I wasn't going to be one of his female fem bots. I wouldn't be like all of the other girls.

"What are we doing?" I whispered. He placed quick pecks all over my face and leaned his body into mine, pressing me into the wall.

Pressing my lips together, I suppressed a moan. He couldn't know the effect he had on me.

"I don't know." His voice sounded husky, and I sighed. If only.

"If only you weren't such a douche," I sighed, pulling away.

"I'm not Clary, I'll show you. In fact I planned out a Homecoming proposal for you but you beat me to it by asking nerd boy."

Jace stepped toward me but I put my hands out to stop him.

When his chest made contact with my fingers, I gasped. Woah. He had to have at least a six pack underneath his shirt. I wanted to run my fingers up an-

Geez Clary!

He had so much power and strength in his chest and arms.

Wow.

He ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed my hand, entangling our fingers.

"His name is Simon, and he's my friend," I said, trying to keep the incoming anger from out of my voice.

"I know."

He leaned in for one more fiery kiss that made my toes curl up. Pulling back I looked up at his beautiful golden eyes.

Pecking his lips once more, I fixed my hair, opened the door, and stepped out into the hallway.

What am I getting myself into, I thought to myself. Running my fingers through my fiery locks put me at ease.

I could do this.

Short! I know. I'm leaving it there for now, I may just go back and rewrite both of these scenes. Anywho read and review if you want.

By the way I just saw Batman v Superman and it was amazing!

-Cilla