Can't believe how many people enjoy this story, I am so grateful to all of you and seeing as I haven't really put much into Harper I thought she deserved a POV so i hope you like it and can I just say Happy Birthday (for Sunday) Walkingproof hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Harper POV

We're only about two weeks into our summer and its absolutely chucking it down. Octavia had invited us all round hers for the day, Jasper and Monty were hesitant but Raven convinced them to come but Clarke refused, saying it was best if she stayed away for a while, for O's sake. I was already here when everyone arrived and it was the most awkward encounter I have ever witnessed. Bellamy said hey to them when they walked in, Raven nodded back but Jasp and Monty completely ignored him. I think Bellamy was expecting that as he didn't comment or push them on the subject. He just sighed and went into the kitchen while we all slowly made our way into the living room.

"Soooo?" I was trying to think of something to break the ice, you could cut the tension with a knife but nothing came to mind. "What you been up to since last weekend?" The question was aimed at everyone seeing as since the argument at the barbeque none of us had really hung out with each other, not all together anyway.

"Nothing much really." Octavia kept fiddling with her rings, just spinning them around her finger while Monty and Jasper groaned.

"Sorry, I'm just going get a drink." I watched as Raven shot up and made her way into the kitchen. We all sat there for a few seconds in silence. Well. That was until the shouting started. It was coming from the kitchen. "Yes, I understand why you reacted the way you did but you were still bang out of order Bellamy!"

"You should have told me!"

"Why so you could go around calling me the poisonous bitch! Because let me tell you something, I'm not that innocent myself. I've done jobs for Clarke, and her dad before that."

"Are you being serious?! She's dragged you into her activities!"

"No! I was in a bad place and I got in with a bad group of people and Clarkes family practically saved me-"

"I don't think we should be listening to this." I didn't know how Raven and Clarke became friends or even how Clarke got to become so close with Monty and Jasper either, I was curious to find out but listening in to their conversation just seemed wrong.

"It's nothing that me and Monty don't already know." Jasper just shrugged it off and lay on the floor.

"-They made sure I didn't go to prison because Clarke knew me from Primary, we weren't even friends but she still stuck her neck out for me! She is still keeping me safe from certain people. Everyone in that living room, apart from your sister, has been in some kind of bad situation and each time Clarke has helped a complete stranger and in the process of being helped you end up with an amazing, yet sometimes scary, friend."

"I get that!"

"Do you though?"

"Octavia told me about how Clarke met Monty and Jasper-" The boys heads snapped to O, I was still confused by what Bellamy meant but what ever it was the boys seemed surprised but not angry that she knew and that she told her brother. "-I know I shouldn't have said some of things I did but put yourself in my shoes Ray. I had just found out that the girl my sister has become friends with, who I knew pretty much nothing about, is a mob boss. Okay? I was taken by surprised."

"So now you know more about her, has your opinion changed? D'you still think she's a poisonous bitch?"

"This should be good." Jasper rolled his eyes, he was sitting straighter than he was before, almost like he was ready to jump to his feet at any moment. I watched as Monty nudged him before hushing at him. We were all trying to listen to the kitchen conversation, even Octavia, it was harder now that they weren't shouting.

"I still think she's dangerous, obviously, and I still don't know that much about her but I do know that she basically saved Monty and Jasp. You say she saved you and I was there when she kicked crap into Murphy and helped Harper." There was a pause and we weren't sure what was happening but then Bellamy spoke again. "I don't know. She just, she seems cold. Like ice."

"And you're fire. Hmmm?" Octavia and I smiled, knowing full well what Raven was getting at, Jasper and Monty would 've grinned too if they weren't still pissed off. "Just, do you trust her to keep Octavia safe like she has done for us lot for the past god knows how many years? Yes or no?"

"I guess. Yes."

"Then what's the problem?"

Clarke POV

Everyone was going to Octavia's today, Raven tried to convince me to go too but how Bellamy was last weekend it was best that me and him stay out of each others way. Instead I came here, the warehouse. I was doing training with some of the people who work for me, my dad used to do training every other week and I decided to carry it on. There's nothing worse than losing certain skills, like fighting. At the moment I was sparring with Carl, he's about a head taller than me, broad, fiery red hair and he wore a baggy top and shorts while I stood opposite. I had tied my hair up in a high ponytail to keep it out of my face. I wore my dark blue sports bra and a pair of joggy bottoms, he tried a bit too hard not to look at my chest, he looked nervous so I smiled at him while a part of me was pleased that even as a mob boss people still found me attractive.

"Are you ready Carl?" He looked surprised, "What's the matter?" I asked him as we circled each other on the blue matts.

"I just didn't think you knew my name." His voice was gravely and deep. I smiled again at him.

"If you work for me, then I know your name." He seemed to be put at ease by my response as he became slightly more relaxed around me; he nodded that he was ready. Many people gathered around the matts, as they usually do when I'm fighting, others were still working but every so often they would take a glance. Carl kept circling but I was patient. I waited until he made the first move.

I didn't have to wait long.

As he completed his third circle he ran at me. I moved as quick as I could so that he brushed past me before I grabbed his arm and yanked it backwards. His momentum kept him tumbling forwards while I pulled his arm back causing a loud pop. He let out a wail that did not match his deep voice. As soon as I let go his arm fell limply to his side, his face contorting in pain, he held his arm close.

"Come here." I motioned for him to come to me, he slowly and wearily moved closer. "Next time you fight with someone, try and let them make the first move." I kept my voice soft while carefully reaching out to gently grab his limp arm. "And remember to use your opponents momentum and weight against them, especially if your small like me." I gave him an amused, sweet smile before popping his arm back in place before he realized what I was up to. He again let out a yelp. "Go sit down, there are painkillers in the back." I watched as he walked away. "Who's next?"

"Boss?" Dylan was standing off to the side, he had been training the others before I got here and he was still in his trackies and baggy sweat stained shirt. "I have some information." I grinned at him.

"Alright." My smile grew wicked. "but first, come give me a challenge." He opened his mouth to decline but my smile grew wider, my expression calling him out. He sighed, as he stepped onto the mat he discarded his shirt, throwing it away and giving one of the girls a wink, he now stood only in his trackie bottoms. His muscular chest on show, I rolled my eyes. Any excuse to take his shirt off around the girls.

"You know, if I win this then it means we're tied." Dylan raised an eyebrow at me, I shrugged back.

"Shame, you're not going to win then." Even when we were younger, my dad always said we were two of the best fighters he had. We were also the only ones who could challenge the other, sparring with anyone else was just too easy. Dylan chuckled slightly as I noticed more people were now gathered, it was pretty much everyone in the warehouse. That's when he made his first move, he caught me while I was distracted.

Dylan landed a punch to my stomach. I stumbled back but quickly regained myself, he swung again but I dodged it, using his body like a climbing frame I wrapped my legs tight around his neck while my arms were wrapped around the top of his head to help keep me balanced. His muscular hands tried to loosen the pressure my thighs had around his neck but failed. He threw himself backwards onto the mats, slamming his and my back onto the floor, he wriggled free of my grip and loomed over me. He sat on my chest, pinning my arms above my head. I flashed back to that night I got my scar but shook those thoughts free. There was murmuring from the crowd.

"Dyl, I don't meant o hurt your feelings, but you stink." I shot my head forward and collided with his nose, hearing a satisfying crunch. He didn't move off of me but he was distracted enough for me to flip him. I sat on him, one knee on either side of him while my hands were wrapped tightly around his thick wrists.

"You always did like being on top" He winked at me.

"Really? I remember it as you could only handle it when you were on bottom."

"Ouch. That hurts."

"Cry me a river." He gave me a devilish grin before he started bucking, knocking me off my balance before tipping me so that I toppled off of him. Once he was free he jumped to his feet as did I. We circled each other, ignoring the crowd and their murmurs. We were on opposite ends of the mats when we both ran at each other. Dylan swung up high as I slid underneath him between his legs. Jumping up behind him before landing a left, right, then another left into his side. He spun around but I ducked, just missing his fist. We stood facing each other. Both of us bouncing on the balls of our feet. In the corner of my eye I saw people passing around money. No doubt making bets on who was going to win. Dylan, being the impatient guy that he is, was the first one to take another swing. Once again I dodged it just by a fraction before doing a backflip to avoid his next punch. He came running towards me, I twisted my body-again wrapping my legs around his neck- and latched onto him using my weight and his momentum to bring him down to the mat. Once he was on the floor I added pressure to his neck while pulling on his arm until I saw him tap the mat with his free hand.

I released my grip and stood up, listening to the crowd I gave him a hand.

"I really thought Dylan was gonna win" "Are you kidding. No way!" "Remind me never to fight with either one of them." "Have you seen them go at it when they have weapons." "Boss is badass." "Never wanna get on her bad side." "Wonder how Carl's arm is." As the crowd dispersed the murmurs quietened.

"Seriously Clarke, I've got to talk to you." I motioned for him to follow me as we made our way around the warehouse.

"What's up?" I sent him a side long glance as I pick up a knife that was left on the nearby table.

"There's been rumours boss." He rubbed the back of his neck as he looks at me in the corner of his eye.

"You stopped training to talk to me about some rumours?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's Cage." My attention snapped to him as my features sharpened. "Apparently he's been talking to some groups of people on the edge of town."

"People? What people?" We stop walking as I watch him carefully.

"We're not hundred percent sure yet but some people are saying that Finns involved." Dylan says his name as if just saying it leaves a foul taste in his mouth. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before throwing the knife dead a head. It's then I realise I could have hit someone but when I look I see that no one has been hurt. The knife on the other hand I see is lodged into the wall opposite me. I look around and see people throwing glances at me and the wall where the knife stays before going back to their work without a word.

"Bring Cage in as soon as you can. I want to know what it is exactly he's up to."

…...

I locked my car and walked into the house, it was now 10pm which means mum will still be at work. I went through into the kitchen, dropping my things in the hallway on my through. I had decided to shower at the warehouse and luckily I still had some clean clothes sitting in my locker. Dylan made a comment about joining me in my shower but when I didn't respond he left to make sure Olly and John were ready for the drop tonight.

Buzz Buzz

My phone started flashing, I read the text from Raven.

Ray: Srsly think Bell is sorry. Talk 2 him?

Me: U insane?

Ray: Needs sorting

Me: So yh, U, R

Ray: Not Crazy just tired. Talk 2 him! Plz.

Me: Fine. :

I groaned, shoved my phone into my jacket pocket before heading back out.

It was a ten minute drive to Ark where Bellamy, Wick and Miller work. It was Wednesday which meant that Bellamy was on bar duty tonight. As soon as I walked through I noticed that the place wasn't too busy and that Bellamy was at the bar- like I knew he would be- what I wasn't expecting was that I'd see Kyle there too. Kyle was the owner of the bar and he and my dad were good friends.

"Clarke!" Kyle called me over with a smile and a wave, the guy looked younger than the 40 year old he was, although he was starting to get slivers of grey hair in his naturally brown colouring. As soon as he shouts me over Bellamy's head goes on a swivel until he finds me before confusion – and was that embarrassment- etches itself onto his features.

"Hey Kyle." I reach the bar and he awkwardly gives me a one armed hug. "How's Katy? Last time I saw her she was just starting to walk."

"Oh yeah, she's into everything now. But she's in Nursery so it gives Dee a bit of a break. She's definitely a handful." He laughs and I can tell its an affectionate one. "What about you? How are you and your mum doing since, you know."

"Well, it's been tough. It hit mum hard but she's doing better now." He gives me a soft smile and I can feel Bellamy staring. I know he's listening in.

"Yeah, it was a shock to all of us. Jake was a good man and he was a good laugh." My expression fell. "Oh Clarke, I didn't mean to upset ya love."

"It's fine. I just miss him that's all." I let out a sigh and he just smiles and winks at me.

"Well, if it's any consolation, I as your godfather are so proud of you. I knew your dad since we were young and setting small fires on the fields down the backs, and let me tell you he would be so proud of you and how you're handling the family affairs." He beamed at me and I couldn't help but return it. Kyle's smiles were always contagious.

"Thank you, that means a lot."

"It's true love." I smile warmly at him. "So what brings you here anyway, apart from my sparkling conversation skills."

"I'm just here to talk to Bellamy if you can spare him for a few minutes."

"For you?" He pretends to think about before giving me cheeky smile. "Sure you can. Bellamy! My lovely God-Daughter is here to talk to you." The look on Bellamy's face when Kyle said 'god-daughter' was a picture. All the colour seemed to drain from his face.

"Are you really his god-daughter?" I nod in response, you could tell he was sorting through the new information before he gained his composure again. "Look about the other day-" I cut him off before he could say anything else.

"I get it."

"What?"

"I get it. You think I'm dangerous and a threat to you sister who you love more than life itself. You're trying to protect her and I understand that." He looks at me like I've just grown another head right in front of him.

"Tell me, why doesn't O get that?"

"Because you're her older brother and she's suppose to be like that with you." He just grins at me. "But, if you ever talked to me that way again like you did at the barbeque then you are going to regret it. Understood?"

"Yeah, I am sorry about that. I was out of order." There was a pause but just as I was about to turn away he puts a hand on my shoulder, only taking it off when I look at him. "Octavia did mention a few things that got me thinking that maybe I was wrong about you; like how you saved Jasper and Monty. Raven also said that you helped her too? Do you mind me asking how?"

"I think Raven should tell you that. It's not my place." I give him a soft smile, he was trying to see me in a different light and I was trying to give him a bit a lee-way. He was only trying to protect his little sister. It's the same as me protecting my 'extended' family.

"You are just one big mystery to me Princess." Just then a wide smile appears on his face, its kind of a cheeky, cocky grin. "Warrior Princess. I think I like that more."

"Whatever Bellamy." A breathe out a small laugh as I turn to walk away and see a genuine smile on his face.

"Hey Clarke?" I stop and turn to face him. "So are we good?"

"Yeah." I smile at him. "We're good." I turn around to leave when I bump into someone- because for some reason I'm always bumping into people. I look up to see who it is.

"Hello Clarke." I used to like how her soft voice would say my name but now it just makes my stomach churn.

"Lexa."

Bellamy POV

"We want to make a deal Clarke." I stood there listening to their conversation, who ever this Lexa person was there was definitely bad blood there. Clarke wasn't happy to see her.

"Funny." I watched as Clarke bit her lip while exhaling a laugh that definitely was not genuine. "Some of our men got caught last time because of you! What the hell are you even doing here Lexa? This is my territory and you know it."

"My father wants a meeting."

"You think because my dad has passed that you can convince me to make a deal. Not a chance!"

"Clarke-"

"No! You want to hear it in Spanish? Noh!" All of a sudden everything moved too fast for me to focus, Clarke was a blur, she grabbed Lexa and pulled her in front of herself before bringing out something silver. I look around the bar. There must be about ten men standing holding weapons. All of which are pointing at Clarke.

So why am I not worried?

Its then I notice that the silver thing that Clarke pulled out is a knife, she's holding it so the tip is pressed against Lexa's neck. My head snaps to my right as I hear a gun being loaded and there stands Kyle holding a shotgun over the bar and aiming at the armed man closest to him. The barrel pretty much up against the guys temple.

"I will say this again, and slowly so you understand it better." My attention focuses back on Clarke, her voice is menacing and her expression mirrors it. I can almost see the fire behind her eyes. "This is my territory and unless you want Lexa to end up with a nasty cut then I suggest you lower you weapons, otherwise this is going to end in a war and you know full well that it'll be a war you wont be able to win. Lower them Now!" I could see the men faltering, they wanted to lower their weapons but only did so once Lexa nodded. Approving the action.

As soon as all weapons are put away Clarke pushes Lexa away from her and towards the men before she slowly puts away her knife.

"Glad we got that sorted." Clarke smiled but it wasn't the kind of smile she gave me just a few minutes ago. This was looked... not right... almost twisted. Hard to believe this is the same girl who I had a Greek mythology conversation with on the beach.

"Clarke, just consider the meeting. You know how to contact us." Even I could tell Lexa was scared but Clarke just seemed uninterested like there wasn't just a Mexican standoff.

"Not going to happen and if I catch you or anyone associated with you in my territory again." She gave Lexa a cruel smile. "Let's just say that'll you'll deeply regret it." She looked my way, her lip were still in the form of a twisted smile but her eyes seemed soft when they looked at me, almost like she was trying to explain or apologise without actually saying the words. She looked past me then at Kyle who was still aiming his shotgun at one of the men. "Sorry about this Kyle but they should be on their way soon. I'll see you soon though." She smiled at him, the kind of smile people save for family members or loved ones.

"No problem love, I'll make sure they leave nicely. You and your mum should come round sometime, dee will cook. She does an amazing Shepard's pie." I stood there shocked. He was aiming a shotgun at someone and talking to Clarke- his god-daughter mob boss- about going his for tea! Am I dreaming? I shook the thoughts out. Regaining my focus on the situation in front of me.

"Will do." I held my breath until she safely got out the door. No one moved for a few seconds. It was almost as if everything got paused for a moment.

"You heard her. Get out!" Kyle tapped the barrel of his gun against the temple of the bloke in front of him but it was only until Lexa signalled them that they actually started to leave. Kyle kept his gun out until everyone had left. "That girl has got a bigger pair than most men I know. Definitely takes after her dad." Kyle mumbled, I'm not sure whether he was talking to me or himself, either way I nodded along. He was right anyway. Clarke's the bravest most dangerous person I've ever known. "I'll tell you what lad, it's never boring around here. That's for sure."

It was closing time, Kyle had already left so I was the one who had to lock up. I started to wipe down the tops when the whole of today ran through my head.

What the hell am I getting myself into?

So what did you think? Leave a review and let me know because I love knowing what you like and your opinions on the story. And Yes, Lexa will be in it again but just warning you there wont be any romance between her and Clarke (want Lexa to be a mix between her character in the series and Sasha's character in the book) But honestly what do you think? Will hopefully upload again sometime next week.