KING OF HEARTS and QUEEN OF SPADES

Chapter IV. CLARKE

Time: 23:10 pm

Date: present day, October 27,

Location: The docks

Subject: Clarke, Griffin

Black SUVs parked at the same time, almost like a mechanical motion in the industrial side of the docks. A few heavy armed people went out of the cars and lined up as if someone was commanding them. A girl with pink hair tips stepped out from one of the cars, signaling the driver to move. She was wearing a leather jacket with a white t-shirt, heels, black jeans and a tactical belt with two pistols. Someone could have easily mistaken her as a cop, or an undercover DEA, but she was just Clarke Griffin, the biggest drug lord in the country.

The weather was working in their favor; rain always covers the tracks and ruins evidences so cops can kiss her goodbye. The docks were always the best place to meet for trades and to get those packages shipped.

Clarke was there to meet Bellamy Blake, her most trusted person for something that wasn't business, or at least not the usual kind. If she hadn't been at that party 7 years ago, maybe today the story would have another ending. Bellamy had been her high school sweetheart until he decided to marry Josephine Lightbourne 5 years ago. He tried to have a normal family, keep their meetings secretly, it was their dark little secret –not even Octavia knew. She hates Bell's sister with a passion –the girl who was good at everything, Miss Athlete of the year; Miss Everything ... Miss NOTHING according to her books.

While Clarke was deep in her thoughts, a blonde-haired woman, who was a lot taller than she was, approached her. She rested her hand on Clarke's shoulders, leaning in to kiss the top of her head.

- Niylah!!! she almost took one of the pistols out of the holster.

- Easy there, Wanheda. Forgive me for disturbing you, but I got word from our people. He is here, waiting you at the designated meeting place.

- Thank you, Niylah. Make sure we have eyes and ears in very place. I have to be sure he is not cooking something.

- I got teams at every entry and even on the ship. I'll take the rooftop in a few minutes. I got your back. She leaned in again for that kiss.

Clarke got on her tiptoes and kissed Niylah, wrapping her arms around her neck. The kiss was a sloppy one, but it was enough to reassure Clarke that she was safe. They broke the kiss, resting their foreheads together.

- Do not die up there, Niylah. I need you in one piece.

- I promise I won't. Take care as well and signal if you need rescue. I will come in a heartbeat.

Niylah took the fire exit stairs from the building in front of them, while Clarke dragged her feet towards the containers near the ship. This was supposed to be an easy thing, but each time she sees Bellamy her mind gets foggy and her thoughts are relentless. After all these years...

A green light clicked 3 times in front of her, meaning Niylah is in position and she has eyes on her. Niylah was the only woman allowed in Clarke's life after Lexa left her hanging at prom night. She ran away with Octavia fucking Blake. Lexa, the dream girl for every bisexual or gay girl in the whole high school chose to take Blake and run away. That was the last time she ever saw both. Best to assume they were a couple or something. Niylah was by her side ever since she decided to try her hand at a side hustle ... the side hustle that today became a freaking empire, which, guess what, she is ruling.

A tall person with blue denim jacket and curly hair, Bellamy Blake, approached her. He was the same handsome guy she met in high school, the only plus was that awesome beard and the glasses.