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To say that Clarke’s people didn’t accept new comers was an understatement. They trusted each other, and they protected each other, and anyone they didn’t know caused tensions to rise and it never ended well. When Clarke ran away from home at sixteen with her best friend, it had been because she found out that her mom and Well’s dad had her father killed. Since then, she’s picked up a lot of people.
The first one they picked up was Raven Reyes, a genius with a love of mechanics. Her father had died and her mother turned to alcohol to help cope, along with staying out all hours of the night and not bothering to make sure Raven even had enough food in the house for a sandwich. Raven had left home at seventeen with her boyfriend Finn Collins, though they quickly separated when Clarke told her how Finn had tried to hit on her. They didn’t know where he was now.
The next person they picked up was Harper McIntyre. She was a beautiful as she was deadly with a gun and she credited it all to her father taking her hunting when she was younger. Apparently Harper had gotten mixed in with the wrong crowd and got sent to juvie enough to where her parents disowned her and she was left with no where to stay. So, Clarke and her friends took her in.
They picked up a boy named Jasper Jordan not too long after that. A total stoner but a chemistry god if Clarke had ever seen one. He told them that he and his best friend had gotten taken in for carrying marijuana without a medical card and while his friend’s parents had gotten his friend out, his parents never showed. They had up and moved and left him alone.
This was the rag-tag group of friends that Clarke had collected over the two years after she left home, and they had become her family. Clarke and Wells both had trust funds, so before they left they found a way to clear them out without their parents noticing before they left. They only took two months of planning their leaving, and then they disappeared. With some help from Raven’s friend Zeke Shaw, a former pilot in the Air Force, they were able to pay for a loft apartment under his name for all of them to live. It was more than any of them expected when they first left, but now they were home.
“Clarke! What’s for dinner?” Jasper leaned over the top railing and looked down at her. She was sprawled out on the couch with her laptop propped up beside her. In addition to Raven’s ability to completely take a car apart and put it back together, she also knew how to get free Wi-Fi.
“I don’t know, what’s Rae saying?”
“She said to ask you.”
“Ugh.” Clarke looked up at Jasper and raised her eyebrows. “What do you want for dinner?”
“I don’t know, I was thinking pizza.”
“You had pizza night before last, Jasper, you can’t have pizza every night!” Wells called from the bathroom.
“Says who!”
“Dietitians.” Harper appeared at the railing beside Jasper. “How about we do spaghetti?”
“I think I’d like spaghetti.” Clarke looked at the two of them. “Who wants spaghetti?” Clarke yelled and then there was a chorus of agreements from Raven and Wells. “Spaghetti it is.”
An hour later, everyone was crowded around the kitchen working on dinner. Jasper was in charge of making sure everyone was doing their jobs since he was high and they didn’t trust him around the stove, Harper was keeping an eye on the noodles, Wells was cooking the ground meat, and Raven and Clarke were making buttery garlic bread. Jasper put his phone on the dock and started dancing around the kitchen with a wooden spoon, making everyone laugh as he pulled Raven in to dance with him.
Clarke stopped working and looked around at her friends. Despite their pasts, they all fit well together and Clarke was grateful that she had found her people. Growing up, it had pretty much been just her and Wells doing things together and they never needed anyone else, but it was nice having more people in their group. When the food was done, they all made their plates and gathered around the living room to eat. They hadn’t bothered buying a dining table, they liked just piling onto the couches and the floor.
“So, when is our next hit?” Jasper asked around a mouthful of bread.
“I still think we should wait a couple of weeks. They still haven’t recovered from our last one.” Harper said simply, but Jasper didn’t agree.
“But that’s the perfect time to hit them! They won’t be expecting it.”
“But that also means we won’t get a big payout.” Raven pointed out and there was murmur of agreements.
“Look, he said that he would always make it worth our while if we were able to make any hits, but I think Raven is right. If we do it now, there’s no telling how much we’ll make.”
“But if we do it now then that means there’s less of a risk of us getting hurt.” Wells spoke up and Clarke turned to look at him. “All I’m saying is, is that even though it may not be big, it might still be worth it.”
Clarke regarded her friend. Wells was never one to really offer his opinions on these things since he always said that Clarke was more of the mastermind when it came to calling the shots, but she knew that he didn’t particularly like the fact that they risked their lives like this. Yeah, they had their own jobs but this was a way to make a lot of money really quickly and none of them ever shied away from it. Clarke remembers what Raven had told him one night after a close call: “ You only live once, Jaha, why no raise some hell while you’re at it? ”
“If Wells thinks it’s a good plan, then I do too.” Clarke nodded at her friend and turned towards everyone else. “What about y’all?”
“You know I’ll follow you anywhere, Griffin.” Raven smirked and held up her glass of whiskey.
“Just give me a gun.” Harper smiled before popping a meatball in her mouth.
“I’m ready for a party.” Jasper grinned.
“Alright, then it’s settled. We’ll plan during the day tomorrow and attack at night.”
They planned from the crack of dawn until the sun set, going over every possible scenario and making contingency plans for everything. They had done this enough now to where it was like second nature to them. They had already taken out some of the other illegal rings and all that was left now was to completely topple Azgeda’s empire. While Roan wasn’t bad to look at, his mother was terrible. Which is why he even agreed to help them in the first place. The plan was to knock out Nia’s control and then place Roan at the head, even if he did have a kill order out on him.
Once their plans were finalized, Clarke texted Roan asking him if he wanted to have dinner and he said yes. Within fifteen minutes, he was knocking at her door with a bottle of vodka in his hands. As far as anyone knew, there was a relationship between Clarke and Roan, but that was all for show.
“Aw, babe, you brought my favorite.” Clarke smiled when she opened the door and gave Roan a kiss on the cheek before pulling him inside. Once they were away from the door, her smile fell and she turned to look at him. “Sure you weren’t followed?”
“I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you, Clarke, I think I know how to slip away without being noticed.”
“I bet you’re good at slipping with how greasy your hair is.” Raven smirked from her place at the planning board.
“It’s not greasy, I’m trying out a new hair gel.”
“The hair gel makes it look greasy.” Clarke patted Roan’s arm then took the bottle of alcohol from him. She could see the amusement in his eyes and she winked at him.
“So, you’re planning another attack? So soon?”
“Quick and easy. Get in, get out, they won’t even know what hit them.” Raven stated simply.
“But that last attack was brutal, they’re on high alert now. If I were you, I’d wait.”
“Which is why we brought you here.” Clarke linked her arm with his and guided him towards the board. “We need to know how many men they have posted and we have plans for different entrance points. We just need to know which one to use.”
Roan looked around at all of them. He was by far the oldest, Clarke was eighteen and Roan was twenty-five but he didn’t treat them like kids. He knew they were deadly. He focused his gaze on Clarke and she could see him wondering if she was serious about going through with it, but of course he did.
“If any of you get caught, I can’t help you.”
“Wouldn’t expect it, Azgeda.” Clarke gave him a tilted smile and he sighed.
“You will be the death of me.” Roan crossed his arms and walked towards the board, inspecting it. “Okay, so going through here would be suicide…”
They all followed Roan’s orders to take the back entrance from the storage room and things were going along great, until they realized they weren’t the only ones who decided to attack them tonight. It was hard to tell who was who and which people were firing at them through the haze of the gunfire and yelling, but Clarke kept an eye on her people. She could hear one of Nia’s people, Ontari, yelling orders to their soldiers along with the deep voice of someone else yelling at their own people who Clarke could only assume was the leader of another group.
It wasn’t long before Clarke realized that the two other groups were going to tear each other apart and that they needed to get out of there. She called her people back and they started back tracking towards the storage room when there was a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. When she turned to look, there was a guy standing a few yards away. She couldn’t make his face out, but he was dressed like the Azgeda crew. Clarke was too busy focusing on him to realize that there was another person to her side before Raven’s voice rang out.
“Clarke! Move!” Clarke turned in time to see the flash of a bullet leaving a gun and Raven knocking her to the ground. Jasper turned and shot towards the guy that had fired while Harper followed Clarke’s line of sight and shot the Azgeda member.
“Come on, we have to go!” Wells reached down to help Clarke up, but she knew something was wrong. Her back felt wet, and it wasn’t from the fact that Raven was on top of her.
“Raven!” Harper screamed and Clarke’s blood ran cold.
Clarke maneuvered herself from under Raven and turned around to look at her friend. Raven had been shot in the back and every worst case scenario ran through Clarke’s mind. But she had to think on her feet so she looked around the warehouse and spotted a lid to a crate that had been knocked off by something.
“Grab that lid!” Clarke pointed and Wells and Jasper ran to it and brought it back over. “Okay, on the count of three we have to roll her onto it. Got it?” She didn’t wait to see if anyone nodded, just positioned it as best she could. “I’m so sorry, Raven.” Clarke could feel tears starting to fall down her cheeks. “One, two, three!”
Raven let out an agonizing scream and Clarke was pretty sure it could be heard over the raging gunfire around them. There weren’t any good hand holds for any of them to use, but it lifted off the ground enough to where Wells and Jasper were able to slide their hands under the piece of wood and pick it up.
Harper went first and scoped every direction out before giving the rest of them the all clear to bring Raven through, and once they were out of the building, the gunfire became quieter and quieter the further they went. It wasn’t until they reached the old paint van that they bought a few months ago that Clarke allowed herself to let out a breath she had been holding since she saw that Raven had been shot; but she knew that they weren’t done yet.
With Clarke and Jasper in the back looking after Raven, Harper drove through the streets like a madwoman and Wells kept looking around to make sure they weren’t being followed. Raven’s eyes were closed but she was groaning and cursing, so Clarke knew that she was still coherent. Once they got back to the loft, they wasted no time bringing Raven in and setting her up on the island in the kitchen.
Despite having left home at sixteen, Clarke had spent a lot of her life in the hospital watching her mother work. At the age of twelve, Clarke had perfected giving stitches and, on multiple occasions, had to stitch Wells up when he got in a fight. Her mother also insisted on teaching Clarke how to get things out of the body, with the intent of having Clarke follow in her footsteps as being one of the best surgeons in their state.
Having Raven groaning in pain with blood soaking the piece of wood she was laying on and the counter beneath it, Clarke could feel herself beginning to panic. Clarke barked out orders then closed her eyes and took some deep breaths. Taking a bullet out of someone was something she had never done, or thought she would ever have to do, but she knew if they went to the hospital then the police would be involved and they couldn’t have that.
“Clarke, are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Jasper asked, wide-eyed and pale.
“Jasper, not the time.” Clarke said through gritted teeth. She was thankful that she had decided to buy a surgery and first aid kit a month ago, but she had hoped she wouldn’t have had to use it so soon. Clarke asked Wells to pour the vodka that Roan had brought onto her hands and then apologized to Raven before pouring it on the wound. Harper was holding a rag in Raven’s mouth and Clarke could hear Raven crying.
“Give me, the damn alcohol.” Raven gritted out between groans and Jasper was by her side, giving her some.
Clarke didn’t have time to think about anything else other than the task in front of her. She needed to remove the bullet and get her friend patched up before she lost anymore blood. She cleared her mind and willed herself to drown out everything around her before she placed the scalpel at her friends back and began to cut.
Forty-five minutes later and a full bottle of liquor, Raven was patched up and sleeping. Clarke didn’t know if Raven would ever be able to walk again with the nerve damage she undoubtedly had, but she knew that her friend was going to live and that was what counted.
The clock chimed 1:00AM and no one moved from their place in the living room. Raven was sleeping on a cot with Harper holding her hand while Jasper paced around the room with his gun slung across his shoulder. Clarke had just finished cleaning up the kitchen and was monitoring Raven’s vitals while Wells looked like he was trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened.
Everything was quiet. No one talked, and Raven’s breathing had evened out and wasn’t as ragged as it had been, they didn’t even hear any cars driving on the streets below. They all knew that this would happen at some point, but they didn’t know it would feel like this. This was real life, not a movie. It was when Jasper sniffed that Clarke turned to look at him. He was still pacing, his hands firmly gripping his gun, but Clarke could see the tears flowing down his face. She got up and walked over to him.
“Why don’t you go sit with her?” Clarke placed a hand on his shoulder. “I think you’ve been on guard long enough.”
Jasper looked at her, his eyes shining and slowly he nodded before taking his gun off and handing it over, so Clarke leaned over and placed it on an end table. He started to walk towards where Raven was sleeping but he stopped and turned around, wrapping Clarke in a huge bear hug that only Jasper could give.
“I’m glad everyone else is okay.” Jasper murmured into her shoulder and Clarke could feel herself finally letting the walls she had built up to help Raven, fall.
“Me too. And Raven is going to be okay.” Clarke pulled back and looked up at her friend. “We’ll take care of her.”
Jasper nodded then walked over to the free spot beside Raven and sat down, taking her hand. Clarke took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair. Their plan would have worked if that other group hadn’t been there. It’s one thing to start your own fire fight, it’s another to walk in the middle of one where you can’t tell who is on what side.
Wells got up, mumbling something about taking a shower and telling the rest of them that they should do the same and Clarke felt more weight get added to her shoulders. Wells never liked seeing people in pain, and he never liked being in the hospital with Clarke when she was shadowing her mom. He didn’t like blood either. And now, since he had been the one to suggest that they attack tonight, she knows he’s going to be blaming himself for what happened to Raven. But he couldn’t have known. None of them could.
There was a noise out on the fire escape that caused all of them to jump. Clarke whipped around and scanned the area but didn’t see anything. There was silence and Clarke focused herself on trying to get her heart rate down. She knew that there was possibility of it just being a cat, or a mouse, but the little voice in the back of her mind told her that it wasn’t too sure. No one moved as they waited to see if they heard another noise. There was nothing and Clarke let herself relax slightly then there was large shadow that passed in front of the window before crashing through the glass.
Everyone reacted. Clarke grabbed the hand gun out of the back of her pants, Harper went for the rifle hidden in the fire mantel, and Jasper went for the shotgun that was hidden under the coffee table since his rifle was out of reach. The sound of breaking glass was deafening and a group of figures dressed in black clamored through the window, raising their guns at Clarke and her friends.
“Don’t you know it’s considered rude to break into someone’s house?” Clarke snarled. “Why don’t you get the fuck out before I unload my clip into you.”
“Oh, feisty princess.” The voice that spoke was deep and Clarke realized it was the same voice from the warehouse.
“You were the ones that attacked the Azgeda Cartel tonight. Why?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“I asked you first.” The guy took his hood off and Clarke felt her mouth go dry. The man in front of her was attractive. Stupidly attractive. But that wasn’t going to keep her from figuring out what she needed to know. Clarke cocked her gun. “One of your people shot mine and I want to know what the fuck you were doing in that warehouse tonight or I will put a bullet right between your eyes.”
The guy’s dark eyes shifted to where Raven was sleeping on the cot and Clarke positioned her gun. “What—”
“ Jasper? ” A voice from the back of the group called and then stepped forward, removing his hood. He was Asian with black hair that swooped across his forehead and he looked like he just saw a ghost.
“ Monty !” Jasper put his gun down and jumped up, running towards the other guy. Clarke had heard enough stories about Jasper and his best friend Monty to know just how close the two of them had been. Like her and Wells. Who, as a matter of fact, ended up running into the room right then in a t-shirt and boxers holding the gun he usually kept hidden under his bed.
“Clarke, what—Is that Monty?” Wells’ eyes went wide as he watched the two friends reunite.
When the two of them pulled apart they were both crying, but this time it was from happiness. “I never thought I’d see you again”. Monty said as he took his friend in.
“What the hell are you doing here, Monty?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Wow, I passout and miss all the fun.” Raven’s weak voice came from the cot and Clarke looked over at her. “Free surgery and a show. How nice could life get.” Raven managed a small smile and Clarke felt her heart constrict. She kept her gun raised but moved towards her friend.
“Raven, aside from the wound, how do you feel?”
“Like I’m ready to dance.”
“Harper, keep an eye on them and if anyone besides Monty and Jasper move, shoot them.” Clarke grumbled as she lowered her gun and turned her attention towards Raven. Her heartbeat was accelerated but she was breathing fine enough, all things considering.
“Don’t hurt yourself with that.” The leader from the other group directed that to Harper and anger curled in Clarke’s stomach.
“Don’t antagonize her.” Clarke called over her shoulder. “She’ll kill you where you stand and not get a drop of blood anywhere.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Raven glared the group of people. “One of you bastards shot me and I don’t take well to being shot.”
“Raven, you need to stay calm.”
“The hell I do—”
“ Raven. ” Clarke looked at the other girl and she could see Raven let go of her anger a little. Clarke stood up and looked at Wells. “Keep an eye on her.”
“Got it.”
Clarke turned back to the group of people and saw Jasper and Monty talking in hushed tones off to the side. “Jasper,” the boy turned to look at her, “why don’t you and Monty get something to drink.” She nodded towards the kitchen and Jasper realized what she was saying because he nodded and threw his arm around Monty’s shoulder’s guiding him towards the kitchen. She looked at the leader. “Tell the rest of your people to take off their hoods and then maybe we can have a conversation.
The guy stared at her for a second, giving nothing away, and then he nodded towards the rest of his people. One of the others was a girl who looked similar to guy in charge, but she also looked young. The other was dark skinned with brown hair, and the final one was pale with a face that looked very punchable.
“ You .” Raven spat the guy with the punchable face. “You’re the one who shot me. The one who was going to shoot Clarke.”
“In my defense, you shouldn’t have gotten in the way of my bullet.”
Clarke raised her gun. “You were going to shoot me, give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot you.”
The guy turned to look at her lazily. He obviously didn’t care that he had at least two guns trained on him, ready to fire. “I was aiming for the Azgeda bastard on the other side.”
Raven snorted. “The you’re a terrible shot.”
The guy opened his mouth but he was cut off by the guy in charge. “Leave it, Murphy.” The other guy, Murphy, held up his hands then stuffed them in his pockets, leaning against the wall. “Since this is your place, why don’t you start off with why you were there tonight?”
“Oh my god, Bell,” the brunette groaned, “does it really matter who says what first?”
“Hey, Clarke,” Jasper called from the kitchen. “Can we give Octavia a bottle of water?”
Clarke turned back to the girl. “You thirsty?” Octavia nodded. “Help yourself.” The young girl didn’t look like a threat, though Clarke knew better than to underestimate her, but she wanted to try and make this whole situation go smoothly.
“Do you usually invite people who broke into your house for a drink?”
“I’m just trying to be polite.” Clarke sighed then put her gun down, uncocking it and putting the safety on then putting it back in her pants. “My name is Clarke. This is Harper, Raven, and Wells.”
“I’m Miller.” The guy standing beside Bellamy gave a nod.
“That asshole in the front is my brother Bellamy.” Octavia called from the kitchen and Clarke looked over, smirking at her. Octavia had hopped onto the island and was dangling her feet while drinking a bottle of water while Jasper and Monty ate from a bag of marshmallows.
“ Octavia. ” Bellamy growled and the other girl just shrugged.
“Harper, Wells, put your guns down.” She could see Harper hesitate for a moment before lowering her gun and walking over to the fireplace and setting it on top of it as Wells did the same. Even Clarke took her gun out and showed Bellamy before placing it next to Wells’. “There. Civil conversation time.”
Bellamy didn’t move and his stubbornness was beginning to wear on Clarke’s nerves. The first person to move was Miller, who took his gun off and placed it near the broken window and he glanced towards the kitchen before looking at Clarke.
“Help yourself.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Bellamy sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “What the hell is this?”
“This is me being a decent human being, Bellamy.” Clarke huffed then walked over to the kitchen herself, grabbing a bottle of water for Raven. “If you actually want to have a conversation, I’m all ears.” Clarke walked back to where Raven was laying and helped her friend sit up, placing the bottle of water to her lips.
“Right.” Bellamy snorted but Clarke ignored him.
A few moments passed and Clarke motioned for Harper and Wells to go into the kitchen too. Harper glanced between Clarke and Raven before nodding but Wells hovered by Clarke’s side, not wanting to leave. Clarke mouthed go and Wells squared his shoulders before following in Harper’s footsteps.
“Murphy,” Clarke started, turning to the boy by the window, “feel free to get something to drink or eat.” Murphy didn’t say anything, only smirked before swaggering into the kitchen and taking a bottle of water off the counter. Clarke looked back at Bellamy. “And then there were two.”
“That was your plan? Lure my people into your house with the promise of drinks and foods so you can get me alone and attack me?” Bellamy crossed his arms against his chest and gazed at her.
“She’s not very good at hand to hand stuff, but she can hold her own.” Raven chimed in from her cot and Clarke fought back a smile.
“I figured if you were going to insist on being stubborn, I wasn’t going to make your people suffer for it. It’s nearly two in the morning and we’ve all had a long night.”
“What is it that you want?”
“I just want to know what you were doing in that warehouse tonight.” Clarke said simply.
“It was a hit for our boss. We figured that their defenses would’ve been weakened because someone attacked them a week ago, but when we walked in we were ambushed.”
“Yeah, we were the ones that attacked last week.” Clarke sighed and she could see surprise flash across Bellamy’s face before she sat down on the couch. “You went through the cargo loading, didn’t you? That’s where they had their strongest defenses. No one would’ve suspected the storage room.”
“And how do you know that?” Bellamy narrowed his eyes at her.
“A hunch.” Clarke didn’t want to tell him about how the son of the crime boss was helping them. That information was only for her and her friends. “But as soon as we got in, all hell broke loose. Not because anyone saw us, because they didn’t, but because they saw you.”
“How do you work for?”
“I didn’t say I worked for anyone.”
“Call it a hunch.”
Clarke rolled her eyes at him. His sister did say he was an asshole. “Hitting Azgeda crew is a way to make good money fairly quickly. There’s a lot of people who would buy their goods.”
“You work for Kane.” Octavia’s voice called from the kitchen and everyone turned to look at her. “I heard Indra talking on the phone with him one day. I thought your name sounded familiar.”
“You’re the group Indra told us about?” Bellamy turned his attention back to Clarke.
“That surprise you?” Clarke challenged and she could see Bellamy smirk.
“Not at all.”
“So, I guess tonight was just the result of us looking for a quick and easy hit,” Miller started, leaning against the counter. “Looks like we aren’t all that different.”
“I wouldn’t say that—” Bellamy was cut off by a knock at the door and everyone stood, well, except Raven, and Clarke moved and took the hand gun from underneath the couch while Bellamy pulled one out of his pants. They both looked at each other and shrugged. Clarke pressed a finger to her lips and willed everyone to be quiet.
“Babe, I know you’re there, open up.” Roan’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door and Clarke groaned. He must’ve been told about how Bellamy’s group got attacked and assumed it was Clarke. She uncocked her gun and put it in her waistband, grumbling under her breath as she started towards the door. She unlocked the door and poked her head out, not wanting him to go in any further.
“You come over for a quick booty call then just leave and you expect me to let you in this late at night? Seriously?”
Clarke could see Roan’s irritation on his face, but he knew better than to let anything slip. Underneath the irritation, she saw he was panicked. “I know and I’m sorry, babe, can you please let me in to explain?” Roan’s voice was low and near pleading. Clarke knew that if she let him in, then he would be seen by Bellamy and his people.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
Obviously Roan was getting more agitated because he leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I heard, and I want to know what happened.”
Clarke glared at him. “We’re fine. Rae was hit but she’s okay.”
Apparently that was all Roan needed because he pushed through the door, his eyes frantically searching for Raven. He completely looked over Bellamy and didn’t notice anyone in the kitchen, but as soon as his eyes settled on Raven, he raced towards her. Clarke swore and bolted the door.
“Raven.” Roan’s voice was soft as he knelt next to Raven’s cot and moved some hair out of her face.
“Aw, Roan, you look worried about me.” Raven patted his face and Clarke could see Roan’s cheeks turn pink.
“Roan?” Bellamy’s voice was low, near a growl, as he lifted his gun. “Fucking Azgeda.”
“Put the gun down, Bellamy.” Clarke raised her gun and pointed it towards him.
“He’s Azgeda .” Bellamy spit the word out like acid.
“He’s an ally. ”
“You’re fucking crazy if you think that’s true.”
“Then it looks like I’m crazy.”
By this point, Roan had turned to look at Bellamy, but his hand was still clutching Raven’s. Despite Roan and Clarke’s charade about being together, anyone with eyes could tell that Roan had feelings for Raven. And Clarke knew Raven had feelings for him. It was to a point where Clarke wished that she hadn’t been the one chosen to have the fake relationship with Roan; she could tell it affected Raven.
“You’re Indra’s group.” Roan’s voice was steady.
“What the hell do you know about Indra?” Octavia’s sharp voice came from the kitchen and Roan seemed like he just realized there were more people.
“She and I have come to an understanding.” Roan gave her a crooked smile. “You don’t need to worry about me.”
“This is how you knew the loading zone would be heavily guarded.” Bellamy’s gaze slid over to Clarke. “How did this start?”
“Put your gun down and I’ll tell you.” Clarke arched an eyebrow. Bellamy seemed to weigh his options then slowly lowered his gun and Clarke did the same. “Kane had the idea of getting Nia out of control and putting someone more, agreeable, into that position.”
“And you think that’s her son ?”
“I never wanted anything to do with my mother’s business.” Roan stood, but he didn’t stop touching Raven. “Over the years she’s become more ruthless and even more obsessed with having power. I want to see her stopped just as much as you do.”
“Do you really expect me to believe you? Prince Roan. ”
“Call Indra if you do not believe me, I don’t give a shit what you believe. The deal between me and your bosses is what you’re all helping work towards.”
“He’s been helping us plan our attacks and, along with Kane’s guidance, I think Nia will be out of power soon enough.” Clarke tells everyone, but Bellamy could only stare.
“It’s true, the people are getting upset with her for not protecting their cargo well enough. I know she’s getting ready to flee, it’s just a matter of time.”
“Of course, you don’t know when that’ll be exactly.” Bellamy’s voice is low and, frankly, Clarke’s getting annoyed at the rise in testosterone between him and Roan.
“No one can know for sure what mother is or is not going to do. I didn’t know she would cast me out until she did, and I didn’t know she would take me back if I told her that I was willing to do what needed to be done. Though that was so I could get close to her again and help Kane with his plan.”
“So you deceive your mom and expect us to believe you’re not deceiving Kane or Indra?”
“My mother’s a raging bitch, Kane and Indra on the other hand are quite pleasant.”
“Indra hated you.” Octavia states from the kitchen.
“Yes, she did. But now we’re on the same page to where it’s mutually beneficial for all parties involved.”
“Seriously—”
“Alright!” Clarke held up her hands and all conversing stopped in the room. “Honestly, it’s late, my best friend is bed ridden for the time being, and I feel dirty and I’m hungry. If you two are going to continue arguing about something that could be settled by a call to your boss, then take it somewhere out of my damn apartment or I swear to god I will shoot both of you.”
Clarke stared at Bellamy. She knew that Roan didn’t want an argument to begin with and that he wanted to turn his attention back to Raven, so whether or not this got settled was up to if Bellamy wanted to settle it. She could see his jaw tick as he glared at her, but she didn’t waver. He could either call Indra or settle it, or she would kick him out and let him fume about it on the streets.
“I’ll call Indra.” Octavia hopped off the counter and walked towards the broken window, slipping out onto the fire escape.
“Someone’s going to have to pay for that.” Clarke nodded towards the broken window, and Bellamy raised an eyebrow at her.
Oh, here we go .