Guys, I'm so sorry for not updating. I feel like a jerk. :(
This chapter is not good so apologize for advanced.
Also...I hate Netflix! #saveshadowhunters #thisisnotourlasthunt

"This is so...plain!” Asmodeus exclaimed, poking Magnus’s apron while the 19-year-old cleaned the tables. “Completely white! What is this? Diner En Blanc?”

“I wish.” Magnus sighed, grimaced. Fashion was the only thing the two could see eye to eye.

“So...” Asmodeus cocked his head to the other side “What do you do here, Magnus?”

“Well, since your son can’t bake, he is in charge of serving and fetching the ingredients.” Magnus referred to him as third person’s POV, his voice dripped with bitterness.

“See, Magnus?” Asmodeus said “I’ve told you to attend a cooking class but you didn’t listen.”

Magnus rolled his eyes “Oh yeah, you sound like you’re so great at cooking.”

“I am.”

“Did I hear that right?” Robert poked his head through the kitchen door   “Asmodeus I-can’t-even-crack-an-egg Bane knows how to cook? So can pigs fly now? Is the sky falling? Is it the end of the world?”

Everyone roared with laughter. Asmodeus stood there, fuming like a child.

“At least I own a make-up and fashion company. So while you are petting your cakes and pies and those things, whispering “Precioooouuuusss!!! like Gollum from Lord of the rings and wearing these awful clothes, I will be looking fabulous like Beyoncé! Be gone, peasant!”

“Woah woah woah, what is going on here? What did I miss?” A voice startled them. They turned their attention to the figure stood at the door.

“Lewis?” Jace furrowed his eyebrows, stared at the lanky boy. “Why are you so wet?”

Simon smiled sheepishly. Jace was right. Simon’s clothes were soaked, clinging to his body, water dropping from his damp hair, which was now tousled than ever because of the liquid. There was a tint of red on the boy’s cheeks and Magnus could see that he was shivering slightly.

“For Raziel’s sake, it isn’t even raining outside.” Jace stated, striding towards Simon and handing him a flannel. “What happened to you, idiot?”

“Jeez, thanks.” Simon rolled his eyes, drying his face and hair “It’s not a big deal. Just Sebastian Verlac and his friends decided to play a prank on me. No worries, this is one of their mild ones. No damage or anything.”

“No damage?” Jace scoffed, hands folding in front of his chest “Lewis, you are fucking soaked. You might get sick. That’s it! I’m going to kill Verlac!”

The blond was actually about to storm out of the shop, but Simon held him back by his black hoodie.

“Hey, easy tiger!” Simon laughed “It’s ok. Besides, I thought you hated me? What’s with the sudden change of attitude?”

Jace ran his hand through his gorgeous hair “Of course I hate you. But I am the only person can annoy you, Lewis.”

“Yeah right!” Simon grinned.

“I feel like I’m invading their privacy.” Asmodeus whispered to Magnus, Alec and Izzy standing next to him. They said in unison.

“Welcome to our world!”

Thanks God the awkward atmosphere was soon replaced when customers started pouring in. Apparently, literally everyone adored the Lightwoods’ baking. Hell, Magnus began to think that the town itself was the bakery’s regulars. The only one didn’t know how to bake was Isabelle. Maryse was a great cook, but she was more interested in law. She had been teaching law at Idris University for nearly 20 years. Magnus felt sympathy towards her students. Maryse maybe was an excellent teacher, she was fierce and strict nonetheless.

***

“Until this day I couldn’t imagine an Asmodeus wearing white apron and serving food.” Robert laughed when Magnus rushed into the kitchen to take more mango mousse. This was the dish rocking at the shop, probably because it was requested constanly by no other than Jace, the hot, handsome boy standing behind the counter.

“Me too.” Magnus smirked, grabbed the tray, not forgetting to give his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips with a mumble “Love you!”  before dashing out, leaving a blushing mess behind.

“Well that was interesting...” Robert chuckled, making his son groan with embarrassment.

***

“Wow!” Asmodeus gazing at Maryse as she set a bunch of lunch boxes on the table “What are these?”

“Lunch.” She shrugged, handing each of them the delicious food. Asmodeus’s mouth started to water as soon as he opened the box: Salad, spaghetti, and an apple.

“Ew!” Asmodeus pulled a face “You know hella well I hate apples, Maryse!”

“Suck it up, Amo. You know what they say: An apple a day keeps the doctor away”

“But the doctor is cute, screw the fruit.” Alec and Simon said at the same time, high fived each other while Jace facepalmed.

“We don’t need your Doctor Who or Sherlock or Star Trek or whatever you are referring to, nerds.”

“But seriously, you guys have these thing every day?” Asmodeus asked.  “I thought you have to teach, Maryse?”

The woman smiled cryptically, responsed with a single word “Magic!”

“Oh my Lilith!” the CEO took a bite then moaned out loud “This is so delicious! I haven’t had homemade food in ages. I love you so much, Maryse.”

“Hey watch your mouth!” Robert pointed his fork at his best friend, glaring at him “That’s my wife. Mine!”

Asmodeus stuck his tongue out at him “For now.” Everyone burst out laughing at the unbelievable look on Robert’s face.

When Asmodeus was half way to finish his portion, he felt his phone in his pocket buzzing and Stayin’ Alive started playing. Yeah, he was a geek, sue him. A CEO had his hobbies too.

“Son of a b-” he cursed at the contact name on the screen. Jogging outside the back of the bakery, he picked up.

“Hello, yeah…what? Can’t you have someone else go for me?...no, but…I am having some days off, Gabriel!...oh..ok…alright, I’ll be back tomorrow by noon. You’ll be dead by the time I get back, Novak!”

He hung up, rubbing his face angrily.

“So…” his head shot up at the voice. Robert was standing by the door, scrutinizing him “Are you going back?”

“Robert I-”

“Don’t!” he snapped, his eyes raging “I don’t care anymore. You obviously care about your job than us.”

“You don’t understand this is an emergency.”

“How many times do you visit us a year, huh? Zero? How many times do you call us, or even simply send us a text? Do you consider us as your friends anymore, Asmodeus?” his full name rolling out of the baker’s tongue hit him like a brick “When Val was dead, you didn’t show up at his funeral. Jocelyn and Luke were broken, Jace had to live with us. Jonathan and Clary were devastated, everyone was miserable. And what did you do? Ah yeah, you called! Then when…”

He didn’t finish the sentence and Asmodeus knew why. His head hung down in shame. Robert sniffled, his blue eyes glistening.

“Is it because of Esmelrada’s death? Because that was ten years ago, Amo. Enough time to stop pretending everything happened is her fault.”

“Don’t!” Asmodeus jabbed a finger towards Robert, his voice trembled with fury “Don’t talk about her like that, asshole. Or I swear…”

“Swear what?” Robert challenged him “Punch me? Hit me in the stomach? Go ahead. No one will stop you.”

Asmodeus balled his hands into fists, his face flushing.

“Guys, enough!” Maryse yelled, snapped them out of their rage. Asmodeus threw a glance at her, lowering his hand reluctlantly.

“You guys are acting like five-year-old kids. That’s unacceptable.” Maryse scolded. The men could feel her anger radiating in the air.

“Robert, stop being stubborn. Amo isn’t right, I agree but that does not mean you are either. He has been a man of work from like, forever. He doesn’t show affection or his feelings, but he really cares about all of us. So don’t be so selfish Robert. And Amo, you have to understand that your best friend has a point. We are your friends, not some relatives you visited every summer when you were a kid yet never remembered their names. If you keep pushing us away, you will lose your friends. Now can you two make up and get inside to finish your lunch. Because we’re opening in thirty minutes. Hurry up, chop chop!”

They let out some disgruntled noises, still shook hands and exchanging mentally insulting looks.

***

“We should have a drinking game.” Magnus told Isabelle, Simon and Jace when they came to the counter to take the customers’ orders “Every time a customer hits on Jace, we all take a shot.”

“And if he flirts back?” Isabelle asked.

“Same thing.”

Simon laughed “No thanks. Henry would run out of his stock before we even blink.”

“Damn right you are!” Jace flipped his golden hair like a queen. Their laughter was cut off by a cranky shout.

“Hey, where is my croissant and coffee? I’ve been waiting for five minutes!” Magnus turned around to see a muscular man with bald head covered in tattoos. Judging by his looks, he was sure that that man was a bitch, and had small brain.

“S-Sorry, coming.” Simon freaked out, brought the tray to the man’s table. Then the poor boy tripped caused the coffee to land on the bastard’s t-shirt. The whole place fell into a deadly silence, eyes fell on the scene. The baldie roared in frustration, stood up.

“That’s my favourite shirt you fool!” he shouted, gripping Simon’s red flannel collar, his fist raising. Before it could connect with the boy’s face, a hand flew up, gripping the baldie’s wrist. Jace’s usual warm golden eyes now turned cold and icy as they piercing into the other man’s, sending chills down Magnus’s spine.

“I think you and your favourite ugly shirt can cha cha slide yourselves out of here, mate.” The blond’s tone was playful but his gaze was deadly like hell. Baldie then managed to do a thing that make the situation a whole lot of worse.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do if I don’t, flower boy?” 

Magnus sighed. R.I.P this guy.

“This.” Was all Jace said before he twisted baldie’s wrist, bent his arm backward and kicked his left knee hard, making the man fall forward on his knee with a holler, immediately let go of Simon. Swiftly, the blond pinned baldie against the cold hard ground, his right arm was still locked behind his back, the other joined as well. Jace used his free hand to press the man’s face on the floor, so rough that he cried out like a wounded animal. (Author: Sorry this is bad. I don't know how to write a fight scene)

“Ok, alright, I’m sorry!”

Jace smirked “That’s more like it.” He stood up, dusting himself as if baldie was some disgusting germs on the public toilet’s floor. “Now pay for your damage then get the bloody hell out of here.”

“What damage?” He exclaimed, got on his feet. “I’m the victim.”

“Let’s say...serious mental damage. You have no idea how much my brain hurts to interact with idiots like you.”

The man seemed to on the verge or blowing up again, but shrank back as jace gave him a look. He grumbled under his breath, yet took out some money, threw it on the table then left. Chatters instantly filled the shop, the girls gaping at Jace like he was the new Superman or something. Thank God no one recorded the scene.

“Thanks.” Simon smiled when they both got down to clean the mess. Jace didn’t reply, instead he just gave the boy a puzzling look then got up, walked back to his place.

“Saving the beauty I see.” Magnus’s face broke into his signature Chesire grin, his amber eyes studying Jace closely.

“Oh do shut up!”