A/N: This is for all you Bellarke shippers out there. Let me know what you think in the review section at the end. Enjoy!
Big-time crook Roan and a small crew of riff raff thugs (Bellamy Blake, Murphy, and Lincoln) set out to burglarize District Attorney Abby Griffin's house. However, when the group breaks in to find the District Attorney's daughter Clarke at home, they decide a ransom will pay off much better . . .
Bellamy
"What the hell is that?" Bellamy shouted looking through the rearview mirror at the petite blonde who'd just been shoved into the backseat of the Range Rover between Lincoln and Murphy. Her hands were tied together in front of her with zip ties and her mouth was duct-taped shut. For a moment, her eyes met his and he could see the fear in them.
"Collateral damage. She was home when we hit the house so we improvised." Roan responded as he slid into the passenger seat. "Drive."
"Let's just kill the bitch now." Murphy barked, grabbing the girl's hair and pulling it hard toward him while putting his knife to her throat.
"What the fuck Murphy?!" Bellamy and Lincoln yelled at the same time, eyes wide.
"She bit me!" He yelled, holding up his hand to show them. Wrapped around him was a bright yellow hand towel that had turned brown around the wound from the blood that soaked through.
"Put the knife away or I'll kill you instead." Roan threatened.
. . .
Back at the warehouse they unloaded the cash, jewelry, and girl from the car.
Roan pulled Bellamy aside, lowering his voice. "That's the District Attorney's daughter. We basically have a princess to ransom. Take the girl and tie her up in the back room. Get her name and keep her under control." Bellamy nodded.
Roan turned to the other two men, "Murphy and Lincoln, go count the cash."
Bellamy grabbed the girl by her arm and started pulling her toward the office in the back of the warehouse. As they made their way across the warehouse, she slammed her foot down on top of his as hard as she could and started to pull away.
"Fuck!" Bellamy yelled in anger and pain. He grasped at her, wrapping his arms around her chest to keep her from running off. "Chill the fuck out Princess." He growled into her ear, his cheek against hers.
Lincoln and Murphy started laughing, "I told you we should have killed her." Murphy smiled, less angry now that his hand wasn't throbbing.
"Let me know if you need me to protect you from that one." Lincoln chimed in.
Bellamy opened up the office and shoved the girl inside, flipping off Lincoln and Murphy before closing the door behind him.
As soon as they got into the office the girl threw her body at him trying to knock him over but he'd seen it coming and moved out of the way, catching her with his arm to shove her up against the wall. He then positioned his body over her, shoving his weight against her to keep her still.
"Stop fighting." Bellamy growled at her, his eyes on fire, inches from her face.
Her body relaxed and she let out a loud breath from her nose. Bellamy tied her feet together and wrapped the second tie from her hands to a pipe along the wall so that she couldn't wander around the room.
She sat down, resigned, and a tear fell down her face.
Bellamy let out a deep breath, backing away to think. He looked her up and down. She was pitiful, beautiful, but pitiful. Her long blonde waves fell over her face but her big blue eyes peeked through staring at him. She had a petite frame and in any other circumstance, he'd probably make pass at her. He licked his lower lip, which he often did while deep in thought and walked toward her.
He saw her tense but didn't hesitate, he grabbed the edge of the duct tape and pulled it off her mouth.
"Aaaugh!" She screamed as the tape came off. "You fucking asshole!" She yelled at him, the pain stinging around her mouth.
He couldn't help but smile, amused by her feistiness.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She continued. "You sick, twisted piece of shit." She kept on as he stood watching her, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.
"Listen Princess, if you don't shut your mouth I will put that tape back on for the remainder of your time here." He threatened.
The girl opened her mouth to continue but then closed it.
"That's better." Pleased by her obedience he relaxed a little. He leaned back against a desk, folding his arms across his chest. "Now, what's your name?"
"Clarke Griffin." She responded, emphasizing her last name. "Do you know who my mother is? Because you've gotten yourself into some serious shit by kidnapping me."
Bellamy rolled his eyes, unimpressed with her dramatics.
"I don't care who your mom is." He said raising his eyebrows and shaking his head, already bored with the conversation.
Clarke laughed, "Then you're an even bigger idiot than I thought. But I guess it makes sense, what kind of dumb shit makes a living kidnapping women for ransom? You're pathetic." She said, the look of disgust clear on her face.
Bellamy picked up the duct tape and stuck it back over her mouth.
"Not everyone grows up with a trust fund Princess." He said with a small frown. "We're going to be spending a lot of time together over the next few days. If you want a more comfortable experience then I suggest you start minding your manners." With that, he walked out of the room.
. . .
Clarke
Clarke let out a breath of relief when her captor returned an hour later with a mug and protein bar in his hands. She was thirsty. She raised her eyebrows to signal that she wanted to speak.
He pulled the duct tape off her again, this time a little more gently.
"Drink." The man ordered, holding the large coffee mug up to her face.
She hesitated, unsure of what he was giving her and gave him a once over. He was tall and fit. His gray t-shirt clung to his body and rested over dark jeans accentuating his physique. His deep brown eyes were on her and she held his gaze. She took notice of the freckles over his tan skin and the soft brown curl that had fallen over his face. If he wasn't a psychopath she thought he'd be very handsome.
"It's just water." He clarified taking a swig himself to show her.
She accepted it the next time he held it to her mouth and took large sips. Water spilled down her face and the man took her chin in his hand and used his thumb to wipe away the water. His thumb hesitated in the center of her chin as it rested on her bottom lip, he was staring at it. They were both breathing hard, and her stomach twisted with his touch but it wasn't fear that caused it, it was something more primal. She shivered involuntarily and he quickly dropped his hand. Did he want her? Maybe she could use that to her advantage.
"What's your name?" She asked her captor calmly.
"You can call me Sir." He responded, unwilling to give his name away. "Now, eat this." He held up the bar to her mouth.
"I'm not hungry."
"Have it your way." He set the bar next to her on the floor so she could eat it later. He started to get up to walk away but Clarke grabbed his pant leg with her fingers.
"Sir." She stopped him. He raised an eyebrow and crouched back down intrigued.
"Maybe we could make a deal?" She said holding his gaze and scooting herself a little closer to him.
She saw him stiffen as confusion took over but then his eyes narrowed in on her. There was a flash of something in his eyes that made her stomach twist again. She started to run the tips of her fingers slowly up the man's thigh which was difficult since her hands were still tied. He didn't move for a moment, just watched her curiously, and then seemed to gather himself.
Pushing her hands off him, he smirked. "In your dreams Princess."
She bit her lip with anxiety, "Sir, please." She pleaded. "You don't want to do this. Just let me go and I promise I'll forget this ever happened."
Before the man could say anything the door opened and one of the other men walked in.
He was tall with light skin and a strong brow and jaw. His long brown hair was tied up in a bun and he wore a long-sleeved black shirt and black jeans. She assumed from the way he'd ordered the others around earlier that he was the one in charge.
The man with the bun pulled out a chair and set it down a few feet from her.
"Clarke Griffin." He stated as he took a seat. "This is going to be very simple. You will give me your Mom's number and I will contact her and give her my terms. I'll then let you speak a few words to her so that she knows you are alive. If you follow these instructions then you should be back home within a few days."
Clarke shook her head to show she understood.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" She asked calmly.
"Call me Roan. Your Mom put away a good friend of mine and you happened to be at the right place at the right time." He said feigning a smile.
Roan turned to the other man, "Blake, after the call I need you to babysit this one until the drop. Have Lincoln take you to the Brooklyn Bunker and hold tight for a few days until we're ready. You can go ahead and get your stuff in order, tell Lincoln and Murphy I need them for the call." He excused him but Blake hesitated as Roan pulled out a gun from his waistline and held it to his side.
Noticing the hesitation Roan tilted his head and reassured him. "Don't worry, just making sure Clarke here does exactly as she's told."
Blake turned to Clarke, "Mind your manners, Princess." He repeated his orders from earlier but she sensed that this time it was for her own safety. Then he left the room.
. . .
A/N: I don't know about you guys but I think it's going to get STEAMY in that bunker! What did you think? Shall I keep going? Leave a review and let me know.