"Just give me something to believe in" : Young the Giant - Something To Believe In

MURPHYS POV:

The storm didn't end during the night. Raven pretty much stayed in the spare room all night. She wasn't willing to let her guard down enough to party with us. I didn't blame her. Part of me wanted to knock on her door, for sex or something I hadn't figured out, but I talked myself out of it before I could be an idiot.

My morning consisted of grabbing a fresh cup of coffee after I showered. I sipped it by the back porch as I wondered how long would it go on.

"Got one for me?" A groggy female asked.

I threw a look over my shoulder to find Raven on her way over to me. I offered some of mine.

She sipped it while looking at me, then paused. She surprised me by spitting it back into the mug. "Hot,"

I couldn't help but laugh at her adorableness. "You can go ahead and keep that, Raven."

She wiped her mouth, her eyes sweeped over me before they landed on the weather. "It's calmed down a bit. I'll be out of your hair within the hour," She pushed off the doorframe and started back toward her room presumably.

My hand reached out for her shoulder.

Her eyes slid to mine, they widened because I was closer than she realized.

"You don't have to go," I told her. It surprised me how much I didn't want her to leave. It felt like I had a clear head around her.

"I mean, the storm isn't going anywhere any time soon. I'm not going to send you out into it,"

Her eyes softened a tad. "Most people wouldn't care,"

I removed my hand in case I made her feel threatened. "We're not most people,"

"No, you're not," Her time implied that she was talking about me specifically.

That felt good to hear even if my ego blew it out of proportion.

Still, I motioned toward the kitchen. "This is Lincoln. He'll make you anything you want whenever he's back here." I leaned in to whisper, "He's one of our better cooks."

He looked between us when I stood up, then kindly smiled at Raven. "Lincoln," He offered a hand. "Everyone calms me Linc. What do you want for breakfast?"

She looked put on the spot but answered as if it were obvious. "French toast and bacon."

"Sounds good. Make it two orders, please."

He nodded as he got started.

Lincoln had always been a man of peace himself, but he'd fight when he had to. He'd get his hands dirty when he had to, not any time else. I got the impression he often thought we took him for granted in the kitchen, but he was great at it, and it seemed to allow him plenty of time to his own thoughts. He was a thoughtful guy.

"Come on," I looked at Raven. "I want to show you something,"

"Is it your first dollar made?"

I chuckled. "No, that's framed behind the bar. This is-"

We ran into Emori coming down the stairs.

My heart stuttered. "Hey," I said.

Her eyes were on Raven for a few seconds longer than they needed to be before they returned to me. "Hey,"

"You've met Raven right?"

Raven reached a hand forward.

Emori took it. "Nice to meet you officially." She had a polite enough tone.

"You as well,"

Tension hung in the air.

"So," Emori rocked forward. "You're giving her the tour?"

I nodded. My hand ran through my hair. "Yeah-yeah." I cleared my throat.

She looked between us, then nodded. "Okay. Have fun." She proceeded down the stairs so we could pass.

Everything went still for a moment.

Raven passed me on the stairs. "No ol lady, huh?"

I gave her a look. "Ex ol lady."

"You sure about that?"

I pursued her up the rest of the stairs. "More than anything," My eyes slid to her ass in those jeans. I didn't want to be one of those guys that primarily focused on looks but boy did Raven have them. Damn if her legs didn't look mouthwatering in those jeans.

She paused when she got to the top which made me walk into her.

My body wanted to meld to hers but I held back. I got the slightest scent of warm, fresh air. No perfume. Most girls I knew wore perfume.

"Sorry," She apologized.

I stepped around her, my eyes locked onto hers. "Thought I told you not to apologize. It's more attractive when women own who they are."

Those words seemed like the first that I said to affect her.

I kept my smirk to myself, then directed her to the movie lounge. "We have a much larger Clubhouse than most. This was intentional. Bellamy and I decided that we didn't want to live in squalor. We're bikers with taste." It was sort of a joke but sort of not. We'd gone above the budget to make sure this place felt like a home for everyone. A few extra rooms could go a long way for some who didn't have much.

Her eyes widened at the theater. She twirled around to inspect everything. "Wow, you guys really went above and beyond,"

"If you like this wait until you see the library."

She turned to me. "There's a library? Do you even know how to read?"

I gave a tight grin at her lame insult even though I was amused. "Funny."

She smirked when she walked toward me. "I want to see the library."

We walked toward the end of the hall where the double doors were. I pushed them open. "After you,"

Her feet took her inside the room that was shockingly utilized. I went a little overboard with the Harry Potter theme.

Typically, there was always someone in here. We liked to read. I could see how that would be a foreign concept to an outsider.

"What do you like to read?" She ran her hand over a few of the book binds. Her eyes fell on mine. "Let me guess," She looked cute in deep thought. "You're team Spike, right?"

I was sure my confusion spread across my face. My hands shoved into my jean pockets as I walked toward her. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She blushed a bit. "No Vampires, check." She picked up one to sift through. "Aliens?" She peeked up at me. "Or are you into non-fiction?"

"Definitely not," I blew out a heavy sigh. "Real life is grim enough."

We settled onto a plush olive green couch by one of the tall windows.

"Tell me about yourself," I wanted to know more without prying but she appeared willing to talk with me more so I settled in.

"What do you want to know?" She shrugged.

I gave her a look that let her know that it didn't matter what she said, I just wanted her to say something.

She pulled her knees to her chest protectively, the mug balanced on her kneecap. "Um," She thought of something to say. "You already know that I grew up in the system. That was pretty shitty but it taught me that people ultimately let you down. It doesn't matter if they had good intentions or didn't want to hurt you." Her eyes strayed away from mine probably because it was easier to divulge sensitive details about yourself to someone you barely knew when there was minimal eye contact. "I'm guilty of that myself." She paused. "As soon as I was old enough to take care of myself I ditched the notion that family was this perfect package that everyone got. Sometimes you just got what you got." She looked at me.

I nodded. "Sometimes you just don't get what you don't get."

A tiny, brief smile of understanding passed over her face. "After I turned eighteen I went from place to place again. It was like the cycle couldn't be broken. I'd go somewhere, might settle in, and then somehow I screw everything up."

My arm rested on the back of the couch, I faced her completely. "Why do you think that?"

"Maybe I'm just a damaged soul." She gave a humorless laugh. "I don't even know if I believe in all of that."

My finger touched her shoulder. "Well, you seem like a nice person to me."

Her head shook. "You don't know me, Murphy." My name on her lips sounded like an enigma.

I almost said that I was trying. Almost.

She rested her chin on her knees. "Maybe that's my curse. Being lonely." Her words brought back to mind the fact that I had the same thought last night.

"We aren't so different." I threw out there, my eyes scanned the room. "I hope one day we both can find something to fill that void."

"Dick," She muttered.

My eyes snapped to her. "Hmm?"

She chuckled to herself. "Nevermind,"

This girl was something else. She wasn't like a dream. She was real and right in front of me. But I also knew that she wouldn't be for much longer. There wasn't anything I could do about that.

She watched me.

"Yes?"

"Feel free to not answer, but when you were with Emori did you feel the same? Lonely, I mean."

Her question provoked thoughts that hadn't ever run through my head before. So I didn't answer it lightly.

I rested my head in my hand that was propped on the back of the couch. "At the time, it didn't feel like it. Reflecting on it now, I probably was." My eyes went to hers. I whispered, "Until recently, I hadn't much considered the fact that I was the problem. I could've always been the problem when it came to relationships."

"No, you seem pretty perfect." She joked.

A genuine smile came to my face at her attempt to make me feel better. She was hard to read. Like now when her eyes held a sliver of seriousness from her words. Surely, she didn't think that? Not after what she'd seen.

She cleared her throat. "Got any other hideaways I haven't seen?"

I smirked more to myself than to her. "There is one." I led her to my room.

Her demeanor shifted. "If this is a ploy to get me to sleep with you-"

I turned toward her. "Relax, I wouldn't try..." I stopped talking from the conflicting emotions in her eyes. I stepped back. "You noticed my tattoos. I did some of them." I walked toward the door that led into my studio.

It looked how most studio's looked. Artsy with neon signs, drawn tattoos, pictures of the tattoos I've done, posters of sex, drugs, and rock n roll. Nothing out of the ordinary. But the way she looked at it made me question if I wasn't seeing things clearly.

"Don't look so impressed. This is only my most passionate pastime."

She nodded. "I can tell." She moved closer, her hand pushed up the sleeve of my black thermal while the other held my arm so she could get a better glimpse.

I tried not to act affected by her touch but she was so close. Her warm scent reminded me of something that felt dear to me but I couldn't pinpoint it. Her skin was so soft against mine.

She looked like she was trying to figure out which tattoos I did myself, from the smug look in her eyes now I'd say she had a few guesses.

"Let's hear it." I wasn't sure if I stepped closer to her or if she moved closer to me. However, we were definitely pushing the personal bubble limits.

Her finger touched the infinity symbol on the inside of my wrist.

I slightly raised my brow with a held in grin.

She turned my arm over to point to the phrase 'Go float yourself'.

I simply watched her, wondering if she was feeling this overwhelming flutter in her chest as well.

"What does that mean?" Her voice sounded husky. She felt so incredibly warm in front of me.

"Maybe I'll tell you another time."

Would there be another time?

She fought her grin and pointed to the baby cockroach dressed in a male toddlers clothes. "You have to explain this one."

"Easy," I started with fond memories in my eyes. "When I was younger I was always getting into trouble. Someone nicknamed me Baby Cockroach. It stuck for a while until I stopped getting into so much trouble."

Her grin spread across her face. "And now?"

I leaned forward. "Now I get into less trouble but with bigger consequences." I didn't hide the fact that I liked staring at her.

She seemed to like it.

"You should let me tattoo you before you go."

Words were about to come out of her mouth but she stopped herself. Her hand tucked some hair behind her ear maybe as a segway to put some distance between us. She browsed around some more.

"Isn't that kind of personal?" She asked. "Aren't I supposed to trust you and whatnot?"

I shrugged. "Did you trust whoever gave you that butterfly?"

She nervously chuckled. "I was drunk."

My hands raised. "Hey, no pressure. Just thought I'd offer something for you to remember us by when you go off to your new adventure." I wandered over to my tools for a moment of clarity. "Do you know where you're going?"

"I thought I'd go to Utah or Colorado."

I threw a brief look over my shoulder. "Arizona isn't doing it for you anymore?"

"I said I thought I'd go, not that I was."

Something in me was afraid to turn around. Was there something or someone else keeping her here?

When I was brave enough to face her I caught her staring at one of the only pictures in here of Bellamy and I with our dads that was taken years ago.

I went to her but gave her enough room so she wouldn't run away again.

"You looked so happy, so ambitious. What happened?" She turned her head to look my way.

There should've been an answer to easily give but it wasn't that easy.

So I went with, "Life happened,"

Her eyes held onto mine long enough for me to be the one to look away.

RAVEN'S POV:

Connections came and went for me all my life. This one with Murphy was one I hadn't expected at all. It was more inconvenient than anything, but it was there. I watched him excuse himself.

A sigh left me.

I knew I needed to leave before things could get any messier. He seemed nice and I didn't want to hurt him.

MURPHY'S POV:

The day passed as did the storm. Bellamy announced that Raven would be leaving us this evening.

Clarke eyed me. Her hand rested on my shoulder.

"We should throw her a going away party." Miller chimed in.

Her shock was almost funny. "What? No, that's not necessary."

I don't know if I was punishing her for leaving but I spoke up. "It'll be fun. You were only here a short while but you can leave knowing you won't be forgotten." I stared her down.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and threw out a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "How can I turn down an offer like that,"

Clarke made her way to her in excitement. "Can I give you a makeover? You're already smoking but it's your last night here and I think you should look the part."

I put my back to them. "Are you going to stop her?" I looked at Bellamy.

"Clarke will try to give me a makeover if I try, so no." He gave me an amused look. "You okay?" He crunched on a chip from his lunch.

Was the sky red?

I nodded. "A shot," I told Emori.

She gave me a worried look but proceeded to pour me a shot of Rum.

Bellamy slapped a hand on my back. "Rum. What's wrong?"

The sweet but hard liquid coated my throat. "Don't want to talk about it." I motioned for another.

Emori skeptically obliged.

I dumped the second shot down with a wince. "Another,"

Emori looked to Bellamy in question. "How about a nice cold beer?" She said it as if it were more enticing.

"I don't want a beer, I want what I asked for!" I all but yelled at her.

You could hear a pin drop.

There was worry evident in her eyes but it wasn't her job to worry anymore. She set down the bottle and slid it my way before she walked off into the back.

The tiniest bit of guilt hit me but I was tired of people second-guessing me and going above my head to Bellamy for the say so. Perhaps they could smell my indecisiveness. Perhaps they've been able to smell it all along.

I grabbed the bottle.

Somehow I ended up in my bed hours later with a serious headache. There was a glass of water with a single packet of Alka-Seltzer sitting on my bedside table.

My arm went across my eyes as I sighed. I laid there for a bit until I realized the loud music was the going away party for Raven. Well, I wasn't going out there like this. I downed the nasty ass water, then cleaned myself up, and threw on a black dress shirt and decent jeans. I rolled up my sleeves because she seemed to like my tattoos.

Clarke was the first person I bumped into when I joined the party. "How you feeling?"

I shrugged it off. "Could be better." I found Raven dancing with Octavia, Echo, and Miller. Raven was a bit tipsy it seemed. She looked too hot for words.

"You're welcome." Clarke nudged me.

My eyes rolled. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She playfully punched my shoulder. "You're upset she's leaving. It wasn't hard to guess. That's why you drunk half that bottle."

Half?!

What the fuck? Why'd they let me drink that much? To be fair, I did yell at Emori to give it to me.

Remorse coursed through me. "How much of an ass did I make out of myself?"

Emori walked by at that moment. "Only the average amount."

I went after her. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you." I sighed. "It wasn't about you."

Her arms folded across her chest, she popped a hip out. "I have eyes dumbass, I know it wasn't about me. Still doesn't give you the right to treat me like shit."

My hand went to her shoulder. "You're right," My hand slid to her bicep. "I shouldn't have taken it out on you. Forgive me?" I gave my best adorable smile.

She gave in with a reluctant grin. "Fine, don't let it happen again."

"I'm not an idiot."

She laughed. "Let's not get carried away." She patted my face, then went off to mingle.

I watched her go with a smile.

Even if it was only a small victory, I felt good about the exchange. We'd been tense the past few months since the breakup. All I had to do was keep my head out of my ass long enough for us to potentially get back to being friends. I missed her.

When I put my attention back on the mini dance party in the middle of the floor I caught Raven's gaze easily. I hoped I hadn't said anything incriminating to her in my drunken stupor.

I walked over to them, my eyes stayed on hers the entire time.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Miller joked.

Octavia threw her arms around me. "You were a hot mess earlier." Her forehead leaned into mine.

I grinned at her. "What's new,"

"O," Bellamy called her to attention.

We pulled away from each other. A sliver of worry passed between us but we put distance between us before anyone could speculate.

I put my attention on Raven. "Hey,"

She looked me up and down. "Hey yourself." Her tipsiness was a mix of very cute and extremely hot.

I couldn't get over her in the red dress and heels Clarke put her in. Her hair had been straightened, then curled. Her face was all done up with makeup. The most distracting thing about her was her red lips.

Fuck me.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to dance with me?" She proposed.

My brow arched, but I grinned nonetheless. I wasn't much of a dancer but she was lucky I wanted to have one last moment to remember her by. When I said I wasn't a good dancer I meant I wasn't going to Julliard but I could hold my own on the floor.

I took her hand in mine when the Young the Giant song hit the room, I led her away from the others.

Echo gave me an annoyed look.

I ignored her to focus on the body that moved enticingly in front of me. I kept up with her as best as I could. Really she was doing all the heavy lifting.

She grinned at me before she threw her arms in the air and let the indie rock manipulate her body. That dress hugged her in all the right places. I think it belonged to Octavia, but it didn't look like that on her by a long shot. She turned around and backed into me.

Damn if she didn't feel good against me. My hands went to her hips, I leaned down to talk in her ear. "I think I like you tipsy,"

Her hands rested on top of mine and slid them down her body. Her ass was pressed right against my dick.

Words got caught in my throat. My breath caught on the back of her neck.

She turned to me. Her eyes held sex in them. She pressed one hand to my abs as she leaned up on her tiptoes to meet my ear.

My hands steadied her.

"I want you to put your art on my body." Her breath tickled my ear deliciously.

I smirked at her. "You're not coherent."

She pulled back a little and gave me a semi-serious look. "I'm more coherent than you think."

"Yeah, okay," I said with a bit of disbelief. I tugged her along to my room more so to sober her up a bit so we could talk.

Maybe a party wasn't the best idea. It was early but I wouldn't feel comfortable letting her go off in the desert at night. Could I talk her into staying another night?

I handed her a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. "Drink," My eyes dared her to defy me.

She tipped the bottle back for a few seconds and somehow the water was all gone. She grinned. "I suck things down quick."

I laughed. "Okay, I'll remember that." I started for the studio because I didn't want her for one moment to sit on my bed, not on those sheets that Octavia and I rolled around in.

She followed. "Not what I meant," Maybe the water was working.

"Uh huh," I teased. The back of my neck danced in tingles from her closeness when we entered the studio. I turned to her. "What do you want?" I motioned toward the tattoo chair.

"Surprise me," She settled in.

I sterilized everything and prepared the gun. "I thought tattoos reminded you that split second decisions were sometimes permanent." I faced her when I slid on the black latex gloves.

Her gaze darkened when she eyed the gloves. Whether she aware of it or not, she bit her lip. Her body tensed, but not out of second-guessing herself.

Did we have a kink here?

"Raven," I tried to hide the want in my voice.

Her eyes drifted up to mine. "Yes," Hers held certainty.

That was all I needed to hear.

I got to work, I tried to stay in my head. I tried to stay professional but she made little whimpers that brought another act to mind.

"I'm halfway through, do you want me to stop?" My eyes hit hers as I hovered over her.

Without looking down at it, she said, "Don't stop."

Those words struck in my pants. I wanted to hear her say them while I was inside of her most definitely warm and tight pussy.

I got back to work with a smirk.

When I was almost finished I noticed her leg hitched up a bit, as a result so did her dress. God give me the strength.

If anything she seemed sober and very clear headed. So was this really what she wanted as her going away present? If I had severely misread things then holy hell would I be embarrassed but I wouldn't have to see her again.

"There," I lifted the needle from her wrist.

She excitedly peered down at the big, black 'R' I tatted on the inside of her wrist. I had the R from one of Rihanna's albums in mind.

"It's not much," I kind of thought it would remind her that she was her own home, but I didn't dare say that.

She pulled her wrist closer. "No, I love it." She peered up at me.

To lighten the mood, I said, "That'll be seventy bucks."

She laughed. "Put it on my tab."

Even though she probably remembered all the rules I repeated the self-care rules for ink and handed her a little paper of instructions.

She nodded. "I'll make sure to do that," She stood.

"When do you think you're leaving tonight?" I sat on the table behind me.

She walked in between my legs. "I think we both know I'm not leaving tonight,"

My mouth went dry. Was this really playing out like a grade school fantasy?

My eyes searched hers. Once I read what was going to happen, I decided to play dumb. "Are you sure? I can get you a hotel room." I cocked a half grin.

Her body was a hair away from mine. "No more talking." She said almost against my mouth. A moment later, her tongue flicked out across my bottom lip.

Yeah, I was hard.

I stayed where I was because I wanted her to make all the moves even though I wanted nothing more than to shove into her right now.

Her hand grabbed one of my still gloved hands, lowered it under her dress, and pressed one finger between her pussy lips. She let out a whimper.

Fuck. I could tell she was soaking wet from the ease I had running my hand up and down her pussy on my own. I held the control now that I lightly grazed her clit with my thumb.

Her knees buckled. "Uhh,"

My mouth descended on hers.

She willingly opened her mouth to me. Her tongue danced with mine. Her quiet little pants turned into moans when I inserted a finger into her. "Oh, fuck."

I could tell she was a double digit kind of girl so I added another. "Feels good?"

She nodded while trying to keep quiet.

"Use your words." I started to really finger fuck her.

"So good,"

I stared her deep in her eyes when I fucked her faster.

She let a moan slip out. Her head fell back in pleasure.

"Look at me," I demanded.

Her personality wasn't submissive in the slightest but since she saw those black latex gloves she sure acted like it. I would be lying if I said I didn't find it extremely hot.

Those brown eyes held a primal need to get off. "Harder," She moaned.

My brow arched. "Harder?"

She nodded. "Yes,"

"Yes, what?"

I could see the internal struggle in her eyes but I could also see that she didn't want to win it.

"Yes, sir." She almost got off saying it.

I gave her what she wanted and watched while she fell apart even more by my hand. It was all I had to not replace my hand with my cock. The palm of my hand worked her clit as best as it could.

"Murphy, right there,"

I paused. "Right here?"

She groaned in frustration. "Please,"

"Please, what?" I stared down at her.

"Please, don't stop."

I thrust my fingers inside of her hard once. "Don't stop, what?"

She bit her lip. "Don't stop, sir." She begged.

A grunt left me while I roughly pounded into her.

Her mouth fell open in ecstacy. "Fuck, yes." Her pussy muscles constricted around my fingers which told me she was close.

My tongue lightly played with hers. "You're going to cum on ten. One."

One hand grabbed tight onto my shirt.

"Two."

Her walls were so warm and tight. She cried out.

"Three."

"Shit, I'm cumming." An orgasm erupted from her suddenly. Her eyes fluttered. "Murphy," She took what else I could offer her.

I brought my free hand to wrap around her throat. My lips spoke against hers. "My bed. Now." I slid my fingers out of her.

She gasped.

I was about to take the gloves off when she said, "Keep them on,"

Excuse the fuck out of me.

My eyes gazed at her in mischief.

She chuckled. "Not who you thought I was now, am I?"

I unbuttoned my black shirt while I watched her slowly back away in a game of cat and mouse. "I like it," I wanted to say that I liked her but I thought that would send her running faster.

Her eyes trailed down my bare chest to the tiny tatts that dotted my abs. She teased the tiny strap of her dress down her shoulder.

I grew a pair and asked what I wanted to ask all day. "You should stay, Raven." I took the gloves off and tossed them in the trash.

"That's what I thought we were doing."

I braved a step forward. "No," I gave what was surely a nervous laugh. "I mean, you should stay."

She understood what I was getting at. She looked at a loss for words.

The door to the studio flashed open.

We startled at the interruption. An older, beer gutted man that held a gun entered with a scowl on his sun chapped face.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I had a gun under the table that I could get to if he was distracted. My eyes went to Raven.

She held her hands in the air. "How'd you find me?" Her voice was tight.

My head cocked. "You know this man?"

She briefly looked at me and stiffly nodded. "Sort of."

He stomped forward. "Go ahead, sweetheart. Tell him the truth."

I was about to correct him on the sickeningly way he said 'sweetheart' but I heard what he said. "What truth?"

"That she's a scheming slut that lifted my wallet and bike off of me!"

Our eyes locked. She held fear in hers.

I hardly knew her but I didn't want it to be true. However, she was much a lone ranger who I imagined had to do a few cons to get on.

He pointed his gun at her.

"Hey, hey, hey," I inched more into his view. "Don't point the gun at her, point it at me."

Out of aggravation, he waved it between us.

I noticed the music had stopped but he sure didn't. It was only a matter of seconds before he wasn't the apex predator anymore.

"Whatever she took I can replace." I stalled.

"What? No!" She objected angrily. "He tried to ra-He..." Her eyes watered.

A rage size knot formed in my stomach. Only have known her for twenty-four hours I felt protective of her when I clearly didn't need to be but that didn't stop the old monster in me that wanted to come out to rip this guy apart.

Her mouth thinned while she tried to rein in her emotions. "I knocked him out and took his shit and dumped it."

Jackson, Octavia, and Miller slowly invaded the room with their weapons.

"You move and you die," Octavia threatened. She wanted peace more than anything but I guess she'd taken a liking to Raven.

The man froze. "Don't shoot." He begged. "I just want my stuff back."

Miller and Jackson surrounded him with their guns.

Octavia went over to Raven to make sure she was okay.

I couldn't get the image of this man trying to force himself on Raven. Not that she probably couldn't take care of herself but this guy was huge. I could only imagine how scared she'd been. Then she got here and I tried to be Mr. Suave.

My hand reached under the table to grab the gun. When I walked over to them I clenched my jaw tight to hold in the rage that wanted out and then I pulled the trigger. Six times. Some of his blood dotted my skin. I squatted down to peer over him, then looked up at Raven.

She watched in horror but I could also see a sliver of satisfaction in her dark eyes.

"Where's the shovel," Jackson commented. He grabbed a hold of him with Miller's help.

Octavia rushed to them. "Wait," She got a good look at the tattoo on his neck. "Fuck." She came to me after she ushered them away. "He was Eligius."

I tried to hold in my curse but it flew out anyway. I chucked the gun into the corner of the room. My hands slid down my face. "You really know how to pick them," My eyes went to Raven.

"Excuse me?" Her boldness shined in her eyes.

Bellamy rushed in with Clarke. Their clothes were half off and he had lipstick along his mouth. I wondered if that's how we looked.

"That guy I just killed belonged to a Club we've had long standing peace with." I walked toward her. "Now that might be fucked up." I wasn't really angry at her but I didn't know where to direct my anger.

Maybe we were more angry at each other because we weren't fucking.

"I didn't ask you to kill him for me!" Her red lips defended.

My eyes dipped down to them.

"I've clearly overstayed my welcome. Thanks, but I'm going to go." She started for the door.

My hands stopped her.

She gave me a fierce look.

I removed them with a cautious expression. "That's not the best idea."

"No, I need to. I don't want to cause you anymore trouble." She sounded genuinely remorseful as she went to gather the little she had, what we gave her.

My eyes went to Bellamy's.

He stepped in her way.

She stopped. "What are you doing?"

His huge arms folded across his chest. "Sorry, Raven. We can't let you leave until we figure this out."

She twisted around to face me. "Really?" She slowly headed my way. Her eyes held clear cut hurt in them. "So now I'm a prisoner, is that it?"

My eyes said that I was sorry but my mouth said, "You're not running away this time. We'll keep you safe from the law in the time being."

She stared at me incredulously. "I don't want this lifestyle."

I regrettably said, "Then you should've stumbled into another bar." I walked away from her with a whole other slew of problems on my hands now.

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