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Bellamy stormed out of the hospital, angry with Clarke, angry with Nyko's guys, but most of all angry with himself. He flagged a taxi and gave them the address of the warehouse, he was not waiting on Nyko to call him, he would handle this himself. Once it was handled he was taking the first plane home, out of Texas, and away from Clarke. It took all he had in him to walk away from her, he just wanted to hold her and protect her. She found her own trouble by herself, but with him she couldn't avoid it. He wasn't going to let that happen. He paid the driver and stepped out of the car, making his way to the door. Another car pulled to the door letting Nyko out.
"I see you couldn't wait for the call." Nyko stated
"I just want this over with now, handle it and then we're gone" He stated. He knew Clarke would probably stay, if just to spite him, but he didn't want anyone thinking she would remain here without him.
"I understand, follow me" Nyko said opening the door with Bellamy trailing him. Lots of eyes and whispers as they passed different groups of people. They entered a bar area, Nyko paused to speak to one of his guys. The guy nodded and headed over to the group of guys. Everyone started to disperse, moving towards the bar area, with the exception of four of them that sat against the wall. Two of them Bellamy recognized, meaning the other two must have completed the group of four that attacked Clarke and Murphy. Bellamy could feel the anger rise in him as he watched one of the guys sit there with a smug look on his face, his eyes locked on Bellamy and he shot him a smirk. Rage coursed through him, he clenched his fists at his side.
"Those them?" He asked motioning to the wall of guys.
"Yup, want a drink?" Nyko asked.
"Yea, Rum and coke please, the blonde one is?" Bellamy replied adding a question of his own.
"Emerson" Nyko replied without turning to look at them. The bartender slid the drinks to Nyko and Bellamy. Bellamy took a long swig before placing the glass on the bar top.
"B, it's up to you, how you handle it. No one will intervene here, you handle it as you see fit." Nyko stated. Bellamy gave a nod of acknowledgment that he heard him before downing his drink and turning to face them. He stood looking at each one of them, The two he recognized weren't the threat, he could see that, more followers then leaders. As long as the person guiding them was on the right track then they would be. The other two were the problem.
"The one next to Emerson?" Bellamy asked quietly.
"Cage" Nyko replied taking a drag off the newly lit cigarette, before turning his stool to face the guys along the wall also. Bellamy stood tall pushing off the bar in their direction. He stopped in front of Emerson and Cage.
"You must be him" Cage started.
"The Rebel King" Emerson finished as he blatantly sized him up. Bellamy just stood silent watching them.
"Where's the Queen?" Emerson tested. Bellamy's hand flew to his neck, slamming him against the wall.
"Alive and resting, I'm going to do to you, what you did to her"
"I would have at least had some fun first if she didn't try to protect Murphy" Emerson said sitting on a dangerous line bordering death by Bellamy's hands. Bellamy's hand gripped his throat tighter as he threw him to the floor. Emerson stood quickly and went back down just as Bellamy's fist landed on his jaw. Bellamy didn't give him time to get back up before he delivered a few punishing kicks to Emerson's mid section. Emerson rolled over spitting out blood. A throaty chuckle escaping his lips.
"I would have made the Rebel Queen scream" Emerson stated.
"Don't ever let her cross your mind, because if I find out, I'll fucking kill you" Bellamy pinned him to the ground and landed devastating blows, one after another. He could feel his hand start to ache, but he wasn't done. Another, another, another, then Cage's voice filled his head.
"Well, well, well, If it isn't her highness" Cage's voice carried across the room. Bellamy's movement stilled instantly. 'It can't be, she had at least twenty-four to thirty-six hours of observation to go' He thought to himself. He stood slowly turning to come face to face with her. His eyes locked with hers, they were dark and dangerous, they were a mirror reflection of his. Void of emotion and burning with intensity. His however were full of one emotion now, pure anger radiated through his body. She stood tall walking towards him. Murphy and Roma moved to sit next to Nyko. They watched as Clarke stopped in front of Bellamy. She was in pain, he could see that easily in her eyes.
"Clarke, what the fuck are you doing? You should be resting." he growled.
"Stopping my King from making a huge mistake, the more of a spectacle you make, the more of a challenge this becomes." She replied looking up at him. His features softened hearing her call him 'her king'. He nodded, letting out a sigh, she spoke the truth, if he made too much of it, it would turn into who could take him or her and he didn't want that. He turned back to Emerson's unconscious body on the floor, before looking up at the other three guys.
"This is your warning, come near her and you will pay" He stated, his voice a low growl. When he turned back around Clarke was still standing strong in the center of the room, Murphy and Roma had moved to the door. He walked past her grabbing her hand on the way by, leading her to Nyko.
"Thank you for your help with this" Bellamy said letting go of Clarke's hand to shake Nykos. Clarke extended her hand afterwards,
"Yes, thank you" she added as he gripped her hand.
"Of course, I don't want any problems, your car is running and waiting outside" he replied giving them a small wave. Clarke turned walking to the door and following Roma and Murphy out. Bellamy hot on her heels. She knew it was coming, he was just waiting until their was no audience. Bellamy slid in the back with her and Murphy got in the front and Roma drove. The ride to Wells apartment was silent, you could hear every little rock the tires kicked up. The car slowed before Roma brought it to a complete stop at Wells. Everyone got out and Clarke led the way to the apartment. She used her key to get in, before she could even get out of the way Bellamy flew past her.
"I tell you to get her home safe and you let her check out and give her your car, what the fuck were you thinking?" he yelled as he advanced in Wells direction.
"What was I supposed to do, tie her to the bed, or maybe up her pain pill dosage" Wells replied watching him carefully. A door slamming brought their attention to the hallway. Bellamy turned to see Roma and Murphy on the couch.
"And you, you just jump on the idiot wagon and sign your self out too?" Bellamy asked Murphy.
"Pretty much, I didn't want to look like I couldn't handle it, she was determined she was going, So I surely wasn't staying." he replied. Bellamy rand a hand over his face.
"Infuriating, that's what this is, that's what she is!" he stated heading for her room, the door squeaked open and then slammed shut again. Their voices echoed down the hall, Murphy turned the television on and the volume up to drown them out.