I Run to You

Chapter 12

Bellamy strode into the Silver Fox, his gaze zeroed in on one man.

"Miller," he called.

"Yeah, boss," the younger man answered, wiping his hands on a grease rag.

Everyone in the shop respected the Rebel, and knew that even Lynx feared him to some degree. Bellamy had been given the shop assignment at the age of seventeen, the youngest Grounder captain in the crew.

"I need you to put a shadow on someone," Bellamy growled.

"Sure thing. You want me to take care of it?"

"I would feel better if you did. His name is Finn Collins. I need you to stick close to him, find out where he goes and who he meets with. Report back to me when you have something."

"Can I ask why I'm tailing this guy," Miller questioned.

"Let's just say that he stepped over a line, and I need to make sure he never crosses it again," Bellamy replied icily.

The cold tone in his boss' voice put Miller on edge. Bellamy Blake was a dangerous man when he wanted to be, but very rarely did he ever go that far.

"Good enough for me. I'll start tonight."

"Thanks, Miller," Bellamy said as he clapped him on the back.

He left the shop, walking back to his truck- his thoughts in a blur of rage. Finn Collins didn't know who he was messing with. For the first time in two years, Bellamy Blake was reminded of why he was called the Rebel.

It was summer time; the air was hot and humid in the shop. Bellamy had discarded his t-shirt long ago, and now dirt and grease mingled with the sweat on his skin.

He was leaning over the engine of one of the newest chops, a wrench in one hand and flashlight in the other. He was alone, light from the streetlights spilling in through the open garage doors.

He was just about to get ready to head home when he heard footsteps. He whirled around to find Clarke standing a few feet away with a takeout bag in her hands.

"What are you doing here," he asked.

"Bringing you dinner," she said with a little frown.

"How many times have I told you to NEVER come here," he growled.

"Plenty, but excuse me for not wanting you to starve," Clarke huffed.

Bellamy didn't have the heart to stay angry with her for long, and soon she was sitting in his dingy little office on one of the ripped leather chairs. He watched her as her eyes scanned the little room before coming to rest on him.

"I don't see how you eat that stuff," she said wrinkling her nose.

Bellamy chuckled. He'd loved the tacos from the little blue food truck for as long as he could remember. However, they were packed with cilantro and Clarke couldn't stand the stuff.

"I guess it's an acquired taste, Princess."

Just then, Lynx's second, Dax, walked through his door.

"Blake ... Who's this," he asked gesturing to Clarke.

"No one, and she was just leaving," Bellamy said.