I Run to You

Chapter 14

Bellamy left the apartment, hope soaring in his chest. He had been trapped in this life for so long that he'd given up on ever finding a way out. Thank goodness for Clarke Griffin.

Her idea was a plausible one. He would speak to Miller and Lincoln, telling them to give him a list of any men they thought would be useful during the fallout. His shop was an exception to every other garage in Grounder territory because for the past few years they'd been running a squeaky clean operation. Clarke assured him that this would definitely help.

Bellamy felt his phone buzz, Miller's face popping up on his screen.

"Blake."

"Boss, I've got some interesting news. Collins is Sky Crew. I did some digging and he's one of Cage's seconds."

Bellamy felt dread swirl in his middle, "Why Clarke?"

"From what I understand, Cage is going after you. He figured out your connection to Clarke and thinks she's the best way to bring you down," Miller answered.

"He's going after her to get to me- trying to get me to show my hand," Bellamy growled.

"What are we going to do, boss?"

"Call a meeting at the show tomorrow night."

"Sure thing. I have a feeling there's more to this than Spacewalker," Miller said.

"I'll explain everything tonight. Set a guy up outside of O and Clarke's apartment. I don't trust Collins."

"Who'd you have in mind," Miller asked.

"Lincoln had the day off, call him. Tell him if Collins shows up he's to call me. The girls won't suspect anything this way," Bellamy said coolly.

"Done. I'll get the word out ," Miller said before hanging up.

Bellamy thanked him, and then started back on his way. He'd just made it to his truck when someone hit him from behind. He had no time to react as darkness crowded in and he fell to the cold asphalt.

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Clarke could not fall asleep. For some reason she was worried about Bellamy. She knew it was crazy, and the rational part of her brain was quick to chime in, but she just couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened.

After tossing and turning for a good fifteen minutes, Clarke finally decided to call him. She let it ring three times, listening to his terrible voicemail "This is Blake, you know what to do".

She left a quick message telling him to call her, but she still found herself pacing in her room. Finally, she could take no more. She knew a few of the guys from the shop and she knew Bell would be furious with her for what she was about to do but she would deal with that later.

Clarke dialed Nathan Miller, hoping the man was working that night.

"Hello."

"Miller, this is Clarke. Is Bell working tonight," she asked hesitantly.

"No, I just talked to him. He was headed home," Miller said worriedly.

"He's not picking up his phone. He always answers, even when he's working. I'm afraid something happened," Clarke said, her voice shaking.

"I'll tell Lincoln to check and see if his truck is still there and call you back."

Clarke resumed her pacing, wringing her hands in frustration.