A/N: I hope you like this new story. For the first bit Clarke will remain nameless and go by 'her'. You'll see why later. If you like it and want more please review xoxo- Ayanna.

She had just finished her Organic Chemistry lecture and was excited to see her boyfriend, Finn. She was a bright pre-med student who was studious and meticulous but Finn brought of the wild side in her. She had been dating Finn for just over a year now, he was reckless and free-spirited. He was from a family of old money and spent most of his hedge fund donating to charities like PETA and UNICEF. He always dragged her out to rallies to support causes, one time they had even stuffed her in a package and covered her in fake blood to promote animal rights. She cherished the time she spent with him and he was the perfect boyfriend. She was driving a Tesla, which Finn had insisted on since it was electric, through the drive thru at Panera Bread to pick up some vegan cookies and coffee to surprise Finn. She smiled charmingly at the cashier and greeted her.

"Hey, long time no see." Fox smiled and winked at her. She and Finn came through Panera every morning and knew all the staff by now.

"Fox! How are you? Almost done high school?"

"I'm so excited!" The redhead babbled for a couple minutes with her before another customer pulled up. She waved and drove away with a broad smile on her face, Panera never failed to cheer her up with their delicious food and friendly staff. She bounded up the steps to Finn's apartment; she unlocked the door and called out for him.

"Finn?" She walked towards the bedroom and knocked. She heard a groan and a flurry of activity coming from inside the room. She opened the door tentatively, never expecting the vision that swam before her eyes. A beautiful tanned girl was straddling Finn, who was looking at her with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Oh my god!" He called out in surprise.

"You jackass!" She screamed and slammed the door. She ran out of the apartment, her hair had come undone and she was just a streak of starlight against the night sky. She hadn't meant to be reckless that night but when a handsome young man approached her and asked her if she was okay, she broke down.

"Not really." She admitted and wiped at her face embarrassed.

"Hey it's okay." He reached out and patted her shoulder gently. He was handsome, tall with tanned skin and an easy smile.

"I'm Miller." He introduced himself to the pretty blonde.

Miller hadn't expected to find a gem like the blonde tonight. He had been lying in wait on Dax's orders. Truthfully finding Dax a girl was the least favorite part of his job. He owed Dax his life though. When Miller's mom had died, Dax had found the orphan on the street, starving and freezing. He had taken Miller into the "The Arkers" which he thought sounded like a ridiculous band name but he'd get his tongue cut out for saying anything like that. Dax was the son of the Godfather's second and therefore got away with a lot of stuff he shouldn't have. His leader would have his head for stealing girls off the street for Dax. Bellamy was the unofficial leader of the Ark, his father was "in-charge" but his health was rapidly declining and he was preparing Bellamy to lead once he finally died. The girl was a diamond in a pile of rhinestones and Dax would never forgive him if he didn't bring her back.

"Let's get out of here." He suggested. The blonde lightened up considerably after he mentioned drinks.

She was feeling dangerous, her new friend Miller had invited her out for drinks and she didn't think twice before she threw herself into his black BMW. Miller was friendly and stopped at a local bar just outside of town. He let her choose whatever she wanted off the menu and bought a round of shots.

"C'mon blondie, one more round!" He cheered her on as she took her last drink of the night. She was so tipsy she couldn't walk anymore and Miller carried her out to the car. She remembered falling asleep and then nothingness…

She woke up in Miller's BMW, he had folded a blanket over her and tucked a pillow behind her head. Miller was sitting beside her in silence, focusing on the road. She looked out the windshield, nothing looked familiar. She tried to move to turn on the radio but she couldn't. She shook her hands and realized she was cuffed to the seat. She looked at Miller with fear in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." He told her. And went back to watching the road.

"What's happening?" She asked him, getting more and more frustrated when Miller wouldn't answer her questions.

Miller heard the blonde struggling with the restraints and felt his heart constrict, she was awake. This was always the hardest part, explaining their new life to these terrified women. Dax always wanted new playthings, he was the Hugh Hefner of the Ark. He'd no doubt be thrilled with the new busty blonde but something about her made Miller not want to hand her over. She was too good and shone far too bright to be reduced to a pampered sex servant. Dax wasn't bad to the girls, they had every material want they could have ever dreamed of. He showered them in Jimmy Choo shoes and diamonds, they were pampered and spoiled in return for sex. Those who weren't willing mysteriously disappeared. Miller swallowed, they all knew Dax killed the ones who wouldn't cooperate and no doubt this new girl would put up a fight.

She was still struggling with her restraints and she let out a frustrated scream. Miller's look silenced her.

"Don't make me gag you." Miller warned.

She snarled at him, "My life just keeps getting better and better."

Miller sighed, "Look I never wanted this. You're about to be taken to the Ark, basically an underground community for the mafia. My boss sent me out for you." She shook her head in disbelief at his story.

"That's insane." She told him, "I'm clearly dreaming." But she realized she wasn't when her companion sighed,

"I wish that were true." Before going back to staring at everything but her.

The rest of the drive was torture for Miller. He was arguing with himself, should he run with her and let her go, drop her off and hope for the best for her? Something about this Blondie made him think twice about his usual jobs of finding his boss a new playmate. He'd always felt bad doing it but kidnapping her just felt plain wrong.

"So, what were your life plans before the mafia intercepted you and turned your life upside down?" Miller broke the silence.

"I was in school to become a doctor, I had a boyfriend who I was planning on eloping with in Greece this summer. I had a best friend named Wells who was a politician."

Miller's eyes flew open, this girl was friends with the President's son. She was important, now all hope he had of letting her go was gone. He couldn't let someone as influential as her get away with the newfound knowledge about the mafia.

"You're a Griffin." He groaned.

She looked at him curiously before smiling at Miller when he started singing along to Taylor Swift on the radio. If this were any other situation she almost felt as though she could have been friends with the Mafioso sitting next to her. She was starting to get hungry and she could hear Miller's stomach rumbling too.

"Can we get some food, I know you'll kill me if I try and escape so…"

Miller laughed heartily at this, "We're almost there Blondie and then we'll have all the food in the world. The Ark's chefs are the best." He told her.

Miller sincerely hoped she would make it. He vowed to come back after his week long mission and check on her. When he finally stopped the car at the rendezvous point he instilled some last minute advice to the blonde.

"Don't fight, Dax will kill you." He whispered.

She felt her blood turn cold as Miller downshifted before completely stopping.

"Don't fight, Dax will kill you." He had whispered. She had nodded as Miller unlocked her and squeezed one of her hands.

"Good luck." Was his parting advice before four guards slunk out of the shadows and escorted her inside. She heard the purr of the BMW's engine and then she knew she was truly alone. One of the hooded men shoved her roughly to the ground.

"That's enough." A deep voice called out.

Bellamy was growing tired of waiting inside his room for his evening meal service and he decided he wanted Chinese food. He had taken the elevator up, which was a 10-minute ride since he was so deep underground. He had passed the decrepit building that covered the underground safe haven when he heard men jeering and came across some guards shoving a girl to the ground.

"That's enough." He'd called out.

The men looked sheepish about being caught.

"I told you not to hurt civilians." He barked out.

"But sir she's not a civilian, she's here for Dax." One of his men piped up.

Bellamy took a hard look at the girl and she glared up at him with piercing blue eyes. She had a lovely face that was framed by unruly golden waves of hair. She had been shoved in the wet mud on the sidewalk and it was starting to rain, the poor girl was soaking wet and freezing.

"I'll speak with you later." He told the men with a threat in his voice. They scampered away leaving him alone with the girl who closely resembled a fairytale princess. He held out his hand to her and she cautiously took it. He hauled the tiny girl to her feet with minimal effort.

"I will never let Dax get his hands on you." He promised the girl.

Her blue eyes were filled with tears.

"Do you like Chinese food?" He asked her, she nodded.

She was surprised to find herself staring at a handsome young man who had just saved her from being beaten black and blue by these men. He was like a knight in shining armor but with a more sinister feel, a rebel wearing a leather jacket that had stalked out of an abandoned building and saved her. She followed close behind him as he took her lower and lower into the Ark. It was set up like a hotel, all plush carpets and chandeliers. When they finally reached his room she was in awe. It was spacious but incredibly cozy at the same time. The kitchen was large and boasted state of the art appliances, a granite counter top, and all the kitchen gadgets she could have ever dreamed of. The living room had several regal but worn in pieces of leather furniture and the walls were lined with bookshelves. Thousands of books alone had to be contained in the living room. She spotted an original and hurried over to it,

"Is this…"

He answered before she could even finish her question, "Yes." He smiled at the blonde, he knew there was a reason he liked her. She had an eye for original historical texts.

"Listen I know this is crazy and I assumed whoever brought you here briefed you on our ways but this is the Ark and it houses all the Mafioso. I'm Bellamy."

She listened to him cover things that Miller had already spoken to her about as he moved around the apartment like a whirlwind before he passed a bundle to her. It was a t-shirt and some fluffy towels.

"I figured you might want to take a shower." He smiled.

Bellamy couldn't figure out why he was so nervous around this girl. She was his guest after all and was depending on him but something about her made him feel like he was the one leaning on her. It was crazy, he shook the thought out of his head and let the sound of running water calm him. He had told her to think of a new name if she ever wanted to go above ground again. He lay back on the couch and waited for the blonde princess to come back to him.

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