A/N: Welcome to Chapter 2 of Take Me Hostage! If you like what you are reading and want more, don't forget to review, or follow so that I know to keep the updates coming. Enjoy!


BELLAMY

Bellamy's mind was racing. As he fumbled through his drawers he realized what a mess they were in. This was not the plan. They were supposed to get into the house, find any kind of blackmail material they could, and get out. Not take a hostage.

He couldn't believe Roan - he'd given the girl their names. Bellamy suddenly felt sick to his stomach, he knew that Roan was smarter than that, he wouldn't have used their names if he was planning to let her go.

"Sir."

When she'd called him "Sir" he thought he'd explode. Why was it so hot? He remembered her hands running up his thigh and he had to shake his shoulders and neck out to relieve the tension building in his body.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! He thought. This is a fucking bad situation.

I shouldn't have left her with Roan. He thought, the anxiety building in his chest. He sped back to the warehouse.

When Bellamy arrived back at the warehouse he let out a quiet breath of relief when he saw Clarke appear, being escorted from the back room by Lincoln. But when her full face came into view he saw a large red mark across her cheek.

"What happened to her?" He asked, teeth clenched to control the rage building in his gut.

Lincoln didn't look happy either, "Fucking Murphy."

Bellamy didn't look at the girl as he walked past the two of them into the back room.

Murphy was sitting against the desk talking to Roan. He looked up and smiled at Bellamy, "Did you know you'd grow up to be a babysitter?" But his smile dropped as Bellamy charged him.

By the time Roan had pulled Bellamy off Murphy, Murphy was already covered in blood. Bellamy had repeatedly punched him in the face, arms, and sides.

"What the fuck Blake?" Murphy spat out blood as he spoke.

"Get out of here." Roan ordered Murphy.

Murphy slumped out of the room completely bewildered.

Bellamy turned. "What the fuck are we doing Roan? We kidnapped someone. Murphy HIT her. What's the plan, Roan?" He was angry and pushing his finger into Roan's chest demanding an answer.

Roan looked at him calmly. "Bellamy," He rarely called him that unless he was giving a lecture of sorts. "Miller is our family. You agree that we need to get him out right?" Bellamy nodded. "Good. That is all that matters. The girl is collateral damage."

Bellamy shook his head in disagreement. "Roan, don't be stupid. We are not killers. There are other ways to handle the situation."

Roan feigned a small smile, "If you have a better plan let me know." Furrowing his brow he looked seriously at Bellamy. "Blake, she's seen our faces. She knows our names. I don't see any way of getting around this one."

"Just don't do anything stupid. I'll think of something." He walked out of the room.

. . .

"Better?" Lincoln asked as Bellamy returned from the back room, wiping his bloodied hands on his pants.

Bellamy shook his head. "Where's the girl?"

She's secured in the back of the van. Keep her quiet until we get there." He said.

"Don't get pulled over." Bellamy responded.

Lincoln smiled. "Hey, how's your sister doing these days?"

Bellamy's eyes narrowed, "Fine." He didn't want to continue the conversation. He liked Lincoln but he didn't want his sister getting involved with someone like him, she was too young anyway.

Lincoln started walking toward the driver's seat, "Alright, fine man. Let's roll."

Bellamy jumped into the back of the van and closed the door behind him. He sat, facing the wall, avoiding the girl as the van took off. He needed to think through the situation and didn't want any kind of distraction from her. That didn't last long, as he quickly became aware that she was sniffling, attempting to hide her crying from him.

CLARKE

Clarke tried so hard not to cry in front of the men but she couldn't stop the tears once she was left alone in the van. They were going to kill her, she wasn't stupid, she had seen their faces, knew their names. Her one hope was that she might be able to convince the man named Blake to help her. She'd seen the way he'd looked at her earlier, and how he'd warned her to mind her manners before she left. It seemed like he was trying to protect here. But now she realized she was wrong. When he'd come back to the warehouse, after that heartbreaking call to her mother, he barely looked at her, he didn't seem to care that she'd been hit by Murphy. And now, in the van with her, he again was ignoring her. Had she read the signals all wrong?

"I'll get you some ice when we get to the bunker." Blake said to her flatly, breaking the silence.

"It's not that." Clarke whispered looking at him. He continued to ignore her stare. "Are they going to kill me?"

He wouldn't look at her. "Don't be ridiculous, Princess." But she didn't believe him.

The car stopped suddenly and even with Lincoln in the front cabin blasting music they could still hear people and cars around them. Blake rushed over to the girl resting his finger over her mouth, hands around her chin. His body towered over her and his deodorant smelled like sex. That was the only way to describe it. She thought maybe the knowledge that she would be killed soon was making her a little crazy. What kind of sick fuck would think that about a man holding them hostage?

"Not a sound." He ordered. For the first time since he'd returned, they made eye contact and a surge of attraction ran through her body. She gave a small nod to show she would obey. His face moved from in front of hers to just beside her neck. Clarke braced herself, thinking he might kiss it as his hand loosened from around her mouth and slid down to her collar bone. She could feel his breath on her neck and his body against hers left an intense heat between them. They were both startled as the van picked up again and continued the drive.

Blake quickly moved away from her and sat down against the opposite wall of the van.

What just happened? She thought. She was breathing heavily. He peeked up at her and looked into her eyes. They didn't speak the rest of the ride.

As soon as they got to the warehouse and Lincoln opened the back door to let them out, Blake jumped out of the van.

"Lincoln can you get her situated in the bunker? I have to run an errand. I'll be back in two hours."

"Sure." Lincoln said hesitantly but he didn't ask any questions. He handed Blake the keys.

As Lincoln escorted Clarke toward the bunker, Blake took off.

The cement bunker was larger than Clarke had expected. There were four rooms that she could see, the main room was a kitchen with a large fold out table and chairs. Beyond that was a storage area, down the hallway was a bathroom and in the back was a sleeping chamber with one built in twin bed and 4 cots lined up along the wall. Lincoln let her use the bathroom and then had her sit down at the table in the main room.

Lincoln had been a man of few words and while he was from all appearance standards the muscle of the group, he didn't scare her as much as Murphy and Roan did. He should have though, he stood at over 6'5, his dark skin and large muscles showed off his immense physical strength.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Ok, I'm assuming Blake will pick up food but we should have something to hold us off here." He opened up a few cabinets and found a box of granola bars.

"Does this work?" He held one up.

"Yes, thank you." Clarke responded. He handed her the bar and sat down across the table from her with another one for himself.

"I'm sorry about what Murphy did to you." He said nodding his head in the direction of her now swollen and bruised cheek.

She remembered the shock that set in when it happened and seeing Lincoln pull Murphy off her.

"Do you think Roan will let me go?" She asked.

Lincoln sat silently as if he hadn't thought about it yet. "That's what he said." But she could see the realization hit him that it may not be what was going to happen.

"Who is this guy Miller that you want out of jail?"

"He's like a brother," Lincoln responded, avoiding any other details. "We take care of our family."

"By destroying other families?" Clarke couldn't help but argue. Lincoln raised his eyebrows in slight agreement.

"Let's hope not." He sighed. "Listen, I have to get the bunker situated. You want a book?" She accepted his offer.


A/N: I have to leave us off here. Bellamy will be BACK next chapter and things are going to get even more intense as Bellamy and Clarke will FINALLY be all alone together in the bunker. Don't forget to review, favorite, or follow if you're enjoying this and want me to keep updating! What do you guys think?