Chapter 14

Every bone in her body was telling her to run the other way, what she was doing wasn't smart. She didn't care. In the back of her head Clarke couldn't help but smirk at the thought that if Bellamy knew about this, he'd be kicking himself for not giving her her gun back.

The trees opened up, just like they had two weeks ago, the white was house stood alone. Clarke got out of the car, leaving everything behind, phone and wallet included.

"I can't tell you how happy it makes me see you here."

"I think last night was enough of a show of affections."

Lexa looked at her through her dark lashes. "I think it was you who was the one showing evidence of how happy you were, to see me."

Whatever, Clarke thought to herself. "What am I doing here Lexa."

"You're here to help me get what I want, by getting what you want."

"Which is?" Despite her efforts this morning, Clarke was still sporting a hangover. Her head still throbbing and stomach flipping.

"My father is going to perish for what he did to my mother, and I know you want revenge against him for ruining your whole family."

"Big deal he took some of your moms properties and-"

"He murdered her 1 month ago in her bed, he was a coward. I want revenge for her spilled blood."

Clarke flinched, Lexa's voice had no emotion but hate. Her eyes were glossy and black, looking darker with the held of eye shadow.

"You're really going to kill your own father?"

"Blood must have blood, and I want his. I want you to help me take it."

"Who killed my father?"

"I don't know his name, but he'll be close by my fathers' side. We find him we find the man who killed your father."

Clarke didn't have to think about it. "I'm in."

"This is going to take more than a few days."

"I know."

"We have to make our move before anyone notices we are coming, you cannot hesitate or you will be slaughtered."

"I won't."

"You'll need weapons. I have some for you to choose from."

Clarke followed Lexa into the building, previously the were house had contained a body and a tarp. The only thing inside now was a table, full of weapons. Clarke walked slowly up to it, her eyes taking in the assortment of knives, and guns.

"What will you use?"

Lexa walked around to the other side of the table, zipping open her jacket she pulled out two long knives. They were so long they reminded Clarke of the swords they'd used in olden times.

"I've trained with these since I was 8. My mother never approved but my father insisted." She watched Clarke take in her artillery. "You are untrained."

"Understatement." Clarke scoffed, Bellamy had taught her some hand to hand, and how to use her old revolver, but none of it was serious or extensive.

Lexa rounded the table, her right leg falling between Clarke's, her body covering half of Clarke's as she reaches around the blonde and starts pointing.

"These would be best." Her lips in the blonde's hair. "This gun is easy to use, and it never hurts to have a couple of backup knives. You're going to have to change."

Clarke hitched her thumb toward her car, "I have a couple of things in"

"I've chosen a couple of pieces for you to wear, they are waiting in the office."

Pausing, Clarke left Lexa's weight leave her as the other girl backed off. With one more look her way, Clarke walked awkwardly, feeling eyes on her, toward the back office.

The cloth items were all in black, there was a tank top and one size too small jeans. Clarke's curves made everything a little tighter and added a sexy look to her. After putting on the pants, which Clarke found to be surprisingly stretchy and the tank top, there was a two-layered jacket. The inner part was a dark heather grey while the outside was black.

Once she was dressed, Clarke joined Lexa back in the main room. The blonde did not miss the other girls' eyes on her.

"Perfect." Lexa sighed.

Grabbing the knives she'd picked out and the gun Lexa started loading Clarke's outfit. Slipping a small blade into her right boot, one into the waist of her jeans and the other in the sleeve of the jacket. Turning around she picked up a loaded pistol, when she lifted Clarke's shirt to slide it into the front of her jeans, she stepped back.

"You know I think I can place that one myself." Clarke took the gun and slid it into her pants.

"And this one is for you to keep on hand at all times." Lexa turned around again, this time with a different gun in hand.

"Why can't I use the one in my pants?"

"The bullets for the pistol are in clips, we have many clips. It takes 5 seconds to drop the old one out before reloading. With the revolver, you'll have to reload after every 6 shots, and it these bullets you'll have to put in manually."

Clarke nodded, taking the silver gun from her. It reminded her a lot of the one Bellamy had taken from her.

"Give me your car keys," Lexa instructed hand out.

Clarke knew she wouldn't be needing them for a little while, maybe at all if things don't go how Lexa seems to think they will.

With them in hand, Lexa makes a hole in the dirt and tosses them inside, with one sweep of her boot the dirt fell back into place.

"You won't need those."

Clarke looked around. "We're just supposed to walk to where ever Pike is?"

Lexa rubs a hand down her cheek, "My bikes hidden on the back road out of here."

"Let's go." Clarke was ready.

"I just have to do something about your hair first."

So Clarke sat on the medal table, while the daughter of a war criminal twisted braids into her hair. Once she was done, Lexa walked in front of her to admire her work.

"Now you really do look like a Princess." At Clarke's confused look Lexa added. "That's what he calls you right? Princess."

Clarke glared at the hint of mockery her tone held. "He does, doesn't mean you get to."

Lexa held her hands up in surrender, but the smile on her face showed she felt in no way intimidated.

"My ride's this way."

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Almost 3 weeks since she'd last seen her best friend. Octavia was started to flip out. When she called Clarke she was being sent to voice made, which meant her phone was either off or dead. Octavia didn't know why but she knew that girl who had her hand down her best friend's panties at the party had something to do with this. Clarke went silent, she got lost in her work or stayed at home. She had never disappeared before. Octavia had even started staying at Clarke's a couple of nights back, with the hope her friend would come through the door but she never did.

Bellamy was her first call, back in week one when Octavia knew her best friend was gone. He didn't answer, no matter how many times she's called him. Octavia did what she could, enlisting Jasper and Monty to help with the tech side of things.

They had Clarke's laptop and were going through her history and found that she had taken out $3000 from her bank account the morning after their party. She's leaf and Octavia was sure it was with that chick.

somewhere in week two Monty had found her a picture of the mystery girl from the party. When the girl was making her exit it was during some drunk girls showing the boys their cheer skills out on the lawn. You see the girl walk past and jump on a motorcycle before speeding off.

She had everything she and the boys could get in a file on her phone. All she had to do now was wait two more days till her brother stopped by for a visit.

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"Tell me," Clarke begged, her back arched so she could whisper into the ear of the guy she was dancing with.

She was covered in sweat, in next to nothing. Dancing in some random bar in Rio, with a guy who knows the information she and Lexa needed. Lexa who instead of getting the information herself, was watching the show from the upper level of the bar.

Everyone who knew anything about Pike would know Lexa. Which left Clarke to do all the face-to-face interaction and Lexa to be her backup.

"Come back to my room." The guys' lips brushed Clarke's ear.

"This place has rooms?" The place wasn't exactly high-end. "You expect me to trust you just like that?"

"Trust works both ways." Clarke accidentally stepped on the guy's foot when the guy, Sebastian's hands got a little too grabby. "This is going to cost you."

Clarke had just referred to her body, turned to face the young 20 something year old.

"I'll pay whatever you want baby." His hands gripping her ass and pulling her into him. "But I want my goods first."

Clarke looked up at him through her lashes, holding back her disgust. Her hands trapped between their chests pushed.

"Show me the way."

The smile that lit up the guy's face was blinding, he grabbed Clarke and threw her over his shoulder. Their walk to the back room was short, Clarke could only pray Lexa hadn't gotten too far behind them.

The couch in the room was the only other thing besides a mirror that decorated the bland space. The guy sat in the middle of the couch, arms on either side. His cock was easily seen, his pants restraining him. He looked pointedly down at the area.

Taking a breath Clarke walked toward him. Her sexy appeal has gotten greater with the amount of practice she's gotten these last three weeks. With a leg on either side of him, Clarke hovered over his lap. Though she's become numb to the way she was forced to act for the information, Clarke still didn't let things get too far.

"What's the name of the city?" Clarke whimpered at him, earning a groan when she flicked her tongue over his ear.

"Relax baby. This is going to be the best night of your life. Get out!" He yelled as the door opened.

Lexa slinked in, her weapon hidden behind her back. "My friend here is done for the night. But I'm down to play."

Clarke unmounted the guy below her and passed Lexa. She would get the information out of him, just like she always seemed to, while Clarke watched the door. 20 minutes later Lexa came out with a bloody knife, a sick smile of satisfaction on her face, and a name.

"He's here Clarke."

The blonde's heart skipped a beat at the news. He was here, three weeks of letting guys objectify her and guys use her. It was all about to be worth it.

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Instead of getting himself a hotel like he usually did, Bellamy decided to stay at the base while he was in town to visit his sister. After a long hot shower, one he'd been thinking about for weeks he got dressed in a black tee and dark denim jeans.

Not wanting to flatten his hair with his motorcycle helmet he requested the keys to one of the black SUVs, the ones kept on base. When he pulled into the driveway, he wasn't surprised to see Kane's car gone. The man usually went out for a couple of hours to give the siblings time alone. Bellamy hadn't even brought his fist down on the wood of the door before it was thrown open.

He let out a smile at the sight of his sister, but it quickly went away when his face showed she was anything but pleased to see him. Without a word his sister reached forward and dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out his phone.

"Oh, so you do still have it."

Bellamy rolled his eyes at her attitude, "I told you I couldn't be answering your calls O, all ten thousand of them."

"You ever think there might have been a reason I was calling you?"

"If it was dire Kane would have got in contact with me thought the base."

Octavia crossed her arms as her brother turned from her and shut the front door, "You aren't supposed to take calls, I know that! I haven't called you while you were away just to chat since I was 13. I've been panicked for weeks Bell!"

Hearing the stress in her voice Bellamy switched his tune, tried to be understanding. "I'm sorry I worried you O, but I'm fine." He smiled and pulled her in for a hug.

"You think those calls were about you?" She pushed him back, only accepting a moment of comfort. "Clarke is missing you dumb ass!"

Though he immediately jumped to a dark place, he knew Clarke had been in one from his other visits with his sister. He knew after the were house she would more than likely push O away again. He wasn't at all worried, his sister was a stubborn son of a bitch, she'd get back into Clarke's good graces sooner or later.

"She went dark last time too O. She's gone through a lot, I'm sure in a couple of weeks she'll reach out to you."

Octavia shook her head and started pacing before she remembered the files she'd printed from her phone. Marching into the living room she had no doubt her brother would follow behind.

"Clarke hadn't been home in over three weeks." She started spreading out the papers she had on the coffee table. "And if you want to brush that off as depression, how do you explain the 3 thousand dollars missing from her bank account? Or the fact that a day after some weird-ass girl basically finger banged her in the hallway at one of Monty and Jasper's cabin parties, Clarke turns off her phone and has been MIA ever since."

From the sight of her brothers' frozen form, Octavia knows she's gotten his attention.

"Does fucking trouble just find her?" Bellamy snaps in frustration, taking a closer look at the papers in front of him. "How did you get all this?"

"Monty and Jasper helped me with the bank info and helped me look through all the videos until I found the mystery girl who'd had her hand down Clarke's panties-" Bellamy flinched. "Not my fault you couldn't keep her."

His sister could be a little too honest sometimes, and graphic. He really didn't need to see the girl he loved getting off to someone else in his mind.

"If it helps it didn't seem like Clarke was into it." Octavia tries to help, but she only made it worse.

"You said you had a picture of her?" Bellamy asked, trying to focus on what was most important. He had a sinking feeling of who this mystery girl was, and he was hoping like hell he was wrong.

"Monty called it a screen grab, it was originally taken from a video on Instagram." Octavia shuffled through all the papers until she found it.

Looking past the pyramid of girls, Bellamy saw who he'd been hoping not to see. His fists balled up, crumpling the edge of the photo in the process.

"I'm guessing from the look on your face, you know who that is?" Octavia asked him.

"She's been gone for a month?"

Octavia nodded, "Almost. I would have called the cops or maybe told Kane but I figured there was a reason Clarke left without a word. She at least had the decency to call me a couple of days ago."

Bellamy's head snapped up from the papers at her words, "You said she hadn't contacted you."

"She left an 18-second voice mail. I never talked to her directly."

"Did you save it? Give me your phone."

Digging for it in her packet, Octavia grumbled, "Could be nicer about it."

Looking at the number, he found one labelled unknown. Bad news for him, Clarke had been smart enough to block her number.

"I need to take this with me, I'll have someone drop it off to you later." Bellamy was already walking toward the door.

"Wait! You know what is going on, you wouldn't be acting this way if you didn't. I want to know!"

Bellamy spun on her, he'd already lost 3 weeks. He tried not to let his growing panic impact his tone while talking with his sister.

"If Clarke and this girl are doing what I think they are doing, I need to get to her like two weeks ago. She's going into the middle of a war with no backup and she is going to get herself killed. I need the intelligence at my base to track her." He waved her phone at her. "Once they do I am going to bring her back."

"What if it's too late?" Octavia was afraid to ask, but she had to.

Bellamy tensed up, the same thought running through his head. "I hope to god it's not."