Hi guys... Okay, so this is my first attempt at writing FanFiction, let alone a multi-chapter 100 FanFiction. I was encouraged by the awesome AvengerGirl17 to start writing, and this is what came to me. I hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my plot and my original characters.

Chapter 1- Prologue

Aurora Blake had seen some pretty amazing, beautiful things in her life, but nothing held a candle to the sight right beside her. Her sweet, innocent son was fast asleep curled up under his blanket in the passenger seat of their car.

Bellamy Alexander Blake was her pride and joy. He had a heart of gold and a smile that could light up even the darkest of days. He was kind, compassionate, incredibly smart, and loved to learn. He never complained when they had to constantly move around. He never judged her for the decisions she made or for not giving him a normal life. He was understanding and trusted her implicitly to make the best, and right decisions for them. To her, he was the most incredible eight-year-old in the world, and so unbelievably special. The little boy was her heart.

While he looked almost exactly like his father with his jet black, curly hair and facial features, he had Aurora's warm amber-brown eyes, and her spirit.

As she focused back on the road, Aurora thought of the events that had led her to where she was today…

At 24, Aurora had a promising future. She was two years away from getting her Doctorate of Medicine (MD) from New York Medical College and becoming a doctor to help those in need. She had no other family other than a grandmother who lived in Italy.

One night, while out clubbing with her best friend Abby and some of her classmates, she met Damian Collins, a 28-year-old club owner. He was smart and attractive and took a special interest in Aurora.

Over the span of several months, they participated in a secret love affair where he romanced and seduced her. Damian convinced her to keep it a secret because he didn't want the paparazzi to harass her for dating a wealthy club owner… Or so he said. The only person who knew of the relationship was Marcus Kane, Damian's closest and most trusted friend. Marcus came to be close friends with Aurora as well and became like an older brother to her.

They both fell madly in love with the other, only to have him cut contact with her and disappear. She called and left messages and voicemails, for both Damian and Marcus that were never returned. Weeks later, while still suffering from a broken heart, she discovered that she was pregnant. After much deliberation, she chose to keep and raise the baby, the only piece of her beloved Damian that she had left. She decided to leave one last voicemail letting him know of the pregnancy and her decision to raise the child alone.

The very next day, while sitting in the common room with friends, a news special came on the television. It discussed the famous Collins Crime Family. The Family had recently suffered a tragedy when the head of the family, a man by the name of Romero "Lucky" Collins, died from a massive stroke. He had suffered for months with various health complications, and his heart couldn't take the strain. His son, Damian "The Devil" Collins, was next in line to take over. The news special discussed the various crimes the Family was suspected of committing including murder, money laundering, arms trafficking, racketeering and drug trafficking. It was predicted that Damian would take over, but not right away. It was reported that to be recognized as the head of the family, he needed to have a wife. It was speculated that he would marry Vanessa De Luca in an arraigned marriage set up for him by his father before he died.

Fearful of what would happen to her and her child if she stayed, and heartbroken to have been deceived and lied to by the one person she loved most in the world, Aurora grabbed all the money she could from her bank account, packed a bag in the middle of the night, and ran. She didn't contact anyone from her old life that could trace back to her, not even her dearest friend Abby. She was constantly on the move for months, until she found a quaint little town in south Alabama and settled down under a false name. She found out she was having a little boy and thus when the Blake baby was born, he was given the name Bellamy Alexander Blake.

Bellamy was six months old when Marcus, who had been promoted as Damian's new consigliere (adviser) when he took over the family, contacted her to let her know Damian had found her, and was on his way to get her and the child. Damian had procrastinated his wedding to Vanessa for as long as he could, before being forced into it by his father's old adviser two months previously. He didn't even know if he had a son or a daughter. He longed for the chance to hold his child and his lover in his embrace, but alas it was not meant to be.

Aurora ran again and decided to hide Bellamy for as long as she was able to and as far away from Damian as possible, but she kept limited contact with Marcus to assure him of their wellbeing, and update him on Bellamy's development. She swore Marcus to secrecy, and thus he never told Damian about having contact with Aurora.

They never stayed more than six months in the same town. It was often less, if Aurora felt she was being watched or that Damian was close. They stayed in run down houses and had very few possessions, while she was saving money to afford transportation to the Italy, where her grandmother still lived.

She taught Bellamy the art of disguise and hiding, as well as Italian and Spanish when he was very young. By the time he was six, Bellamy could find an escape route out of almost anywhere. She taught him reading, writing, arithmetic, and history…

He was taught about his mother's ancestral family from Italy, and he was fascinated by the stories of his French great-grandfather, Bellamy, who fell in love with his Italian great grandmother, Agnese, during World War 2, and how he moved to Italy to be with her. They had a beautiful little girl named Alassandra, who grew up, moved to America and married a Filipino man. They had Aurora and opened a small pizzeria in New York City because of Alassandra's love of cooking, that made genuine Italian pizza. They died in a car accident when Aurora was 19. She sold their business to afford medical school. The same year her parents died, her grandfather contracted a severe case of pneumonia, didn't have a strong enough immune system to fight it off, and died. The only person she had left was her grandmother.

Although Bellamy had never met her, she was an important person in his life. He called her his Bisnonna Aggy. Aurora and Bellamy kept in regular contact with her and looked forward to her calls. Agnese loved her great-grandson dearly, and longed to meet him, but knew she would probably never get the chance to.

When he got to be about seven or so, Aurora told Bellamy about his father. She told him as much as she knew about the life Damian was involved in, and that his father wasn't a bad man. Although she still loved Damian, she didn't want Bellamy to grow up in that type of life or for herself to become Damian's mistress. She had Bellamy memorize a number to call "Uncle Marcus" if something ever happened to her because he'd be the only one able to protect him.

She was drawn out of her musings by her son's sleepy voice.

"Where are we Momma?"

"We are about an hour and a half away from Seattle. We're fixing to pass through Washington state's capitol, Olympia."

"That's a cool name for a city… It sounds like the Greek home of the gods, Mt. Olympus. What's in Washington again?" he asked sheepishly. This would be the third time she was explaining her reasoning to him.

"Remember how I said I was in medical school?" He nodded yes. "Well, I've gotten into contact with my old friend Abby, and she wants to meet you. She has a little girl about two or three years younger than you. I was thinking we could stay in Seattle a little longer than we normally would- maybe for a year or two. Longer, if everything stays quiet. What do you think sweet boy," she asked.

Bellamy nodded. "I would really like that momma. Do you think I could go to school?" He asked excitedly.

It broke Aurora's heart that he even had to ask that. She had longed to give him a normal life, but up until that point, it hadn't been possible. She hoped that by the time Damian found her again, because he would eventually find her, he always did, she would have enough money saved for her and Bellamy to leave the country and go to Italy.

She felt safe deciding to live in Seattle because from what she had gathered from her research, Seattle was in territory owned by another mafia run by the Griffin Crime Family. She hoped that this would prevent Damian from coming for her, and she was sure she'd be grateful to have Abby's familiar face there.

Abigail Scott had been Aurora's best friend since the beginning of high school up until Aurora disappeared. She took a chance calling Abby's old number a couple of days ago and was surprised when Abby picked up. She learned that Abby had graduated, moved to the west coast, married the love of her life, and had a little girl. She asked Aurora what had happened, and where she was living. She told Abby a little summary about falling in with the wrong crowd, and having to continuously be on the run to protect her son. Abby was completely understanding and begged Aurora to come see her and settle for a while in Seattle where she and her family lived. Aurora agreed, and they said their good-bye's, not knowing that Aurora would never make it to Seattle to see her long lost friend.

Aurora and Abby never exchanged the names of their children, just the genders and ages. Aurora didn't even know what Abby's last name had changed to after she got married.

After about 20 minute or so, Bellamy asked if they could stop to get something to snack on. Aurora agreed, and they stopped at a little convenience store on the outskirts of Olympia.

They both climbed out of the car and walked into the store, a little bell above the door alerting the male cashier, who looked to be in his mid-40's, to their presence. His nametag read 'Mike'. He looked up from his newspaper and he offered a genuine smile to the young woman and her little boy.

"Hi there. Can I help you find something," he asked politely.

Bellamy started to squirm at Aurora's side. She looked down at him and immediately knew what was needed.

"Yes sir, do you have a bathroom?" She asked.

He pointed one out to her in the back of the store. She thanked him and rushed her son to the back, in the direction that cashier pointed, making Mike chuckle quietly at how fast they walked away. He went back to reading his paper. A minute or two later, the doorbell jingled again alerting him to another customer. He quickly finished reading the paragraph he was in the middle of, and looked up. What he saw caused his heart to stop in his chest, and then start up again pounding furiously.

In front of him was a young man no older than 19 or 20, holding a pistol. He looked like he was strung out on drugs. He was pale, sweaty, and twitchy, with tremors running through the hand that was holding the gun.

"Don't make any s-sudden moves! I-I need you t-to put all the money in-in a bag." He stammered out.

Mike slowly began to do as the man directed, praying the whole time that the woman and her son didn't come out of the back. His prayers went unanswered, because not 30 seconds later, they walked around the corner. Everything after that happened so suddenly.

The man was startled by the little boy's chattering- thinking he and the cashier were the only ones in the store. He turned and fired the gun twice. The first bullet missed, but the second hit the woman in the stomach. While the robber had his back turned, Mike quickly hit the emergency button, and grabbed a baseball bat he kept behind the counter. He quickly knocked the guy over the head. The robber dropped to the ground unconscious. Mike came around the corner and kicked the gun away from his hand. He heard the sound of the sirens far off in the distance.

Aurora didn't know what hit her. One minute she was listening to her sweet child chattering away about a story he had read about a monster and a princess, and the next she heard two loud bangs and pain ripped through her abdomen. She grabbed her stomach, and pulled away looking down at the blood that coated her fingers. Bellamy was standing beside her, his whole body shaking in what she assumed was fear. She fell to her knees, the blood still gushing from the wound. Bellamy became frightened by the amount of blood, begged her not to die and to just stay with him. She fell onto her back, and Bellamy scrambled to kneel beside her clutching her hand as though his life depended on it.

She felt so cold. Slowly her body began to numb, and Aurora knew she wasn't going to make it. She looked at her son and said, "You know what to do. Call Uncle Marcus." Bellamy began to shake his head in denial, but before he could speak, she spoke.

Choking up blood, her last words to her son were, "I love you so much, my sweet boy. You have been my shining light in a world full of darkness. Never lose your light. If you do… You find it, and keep it. Never let it go. I will be watching over you, I promise."

With that, her hand went slack in his much smaller ones and her eyes closed for the last time. Bellamy, with silent tears streaming down his face, laid her hand down until it rested on her chest, leaned over and kissed her forehead before three police officers burst into the store, took in the heart wrenching scene in front of them, and solemnly got to work.

One officer checked for Aurora's pulse and when he didn't find one, he asked the cashier what happened. The other began making calls for backup, a forensics unit and a coroner, and the last one handcuffed the still unconscious robber.

Bellamy was still kneeling beside his mother's body when he felt hands clutching his shoulders, pulling him to his feet. An officer knelt down to his level and studied the boy's face. His older wrinkled face softened when he took in the boy's devastated features.

"Come on kid, let's get you out of here." He stated quietly. He loaded the child into the front of the squad car, and began to drive away from the crime scene.

Bellamy's tears began to flow in earnest, and his heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to beat its way out of his chest. With the way Bellamy was feeling, it probably would have hurt less. He knew what he had to do, he just dreaded actually having to do it.

On the drive to the precinct, Bellamy contemplated what to say to a man whom he had never met, but was his sole hope to escape a life of crushing loneliness, which is what began to settle over him like a thick blanket making it hard for him to breathe.

Walking into the precinct, the officer on duty asked him his name and he replied "Bellamy. Bellamy Blake. Am I allowed a phone call?"

After leading him to a desk with a phone, Bellamy sat down and dialed the number he'd had memorized for years.

"Kane." A gruff sounding voice answered the phone.

"Hello Uncle Marcus, this is Bellamy Blake."

"Bellamy? Son, are you okay? Where's your mom?" Kane asked.

"She's gone… She made me promise to call you if something ever happened to her. She said you'd help me… protect me." Bellamy sniffled into the phone.

"Where are you? Are you safe?" Kane's frantic voice asked amidst shuffling and murmured curses.

"I'm in Olympia, Washington. I guess I'm safe. I'm in a police station." Bellamy stated in a monotonous tone, looking around the shabby outdated looking precinct.

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in 8 hours. Don't leave, and don't talk to nobody. You understand?" Marcus demanded.

"Yes sir." The boy replied and hung up the phone.

The officer escorted him to a bathroom and instructed him on how to put his clothes in a bag so they could be tagged as evidence. He was handed a pair of oversized sweat pants, a T-Shirt, and a jacket. He was allowed to keep his shoes. Bellamy was told he could take a shower to wash the blood off. After the shower, Bellamy cried himself to sleep on one of the overnight beds that off-duty cops used.

He was woken by the sound of yelling sometime later. Walking out of the room into the bullpen, Bellamy noticed a well-dressed, but haggard looking man in an expensive suit yelling at a handful of officers for his nephew. Once he saw Bellamy he quickly shoved past them, and walked over to him, kneeling in front of him. The man had short brown hair with green concern filled eyes Bellamy noticed as the man quietly checked the boy over for any visible injuries, not realizing the only injury the child had sustained was a wounded heart.

"Do you know who I am," he asked the boy in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I assume you're 'Uncle' Marcus…" He replied with a haunted look in his eye that scared the older man.

"You would be right. Play along until we get out of here, understand son?" He questioned.

He got a firm head nod in response.

After sifting through various foraged documents for hours, Marcus was able to prove he was Bellamy's Uncle, and thus allowed to take Bellamy with him. Kane made arraignments to have Aurora's body shipped to New York so she could be buried beside her parents, and have all of her personal items put in storage. He paid off everyone he had to in order to erase any trace of Bellamy in the media or in the case as a witness, so he didn't have to testify. When Aurora's death was reported, Bellamy was never mentioned… It was almost as if he died too.

Kane came upon a huge dilemma. He knew he could not hide the child with Damien breathing down his neck, demanding to know why Kane had left in the middle of the night the way he did. He also knew he would have to tell Damian about being in contact with Aurora, and knowing her whereabouts for the last seven and a half years, but he didn't want to dishonor Aurora's wish to keep Bellamy away from Damian. He reluctantly decided he had no choice but to take Bellamy home with him to New York City.

So two days after his mother's death, Bellamy was on a private jet headed to New York City. In the past days he had gradually become more and more unresponsive to everyone. He hardly ate or drank anything, much less slept. The boy began to withdraw into himself. It didn't deter Marcus from talking to him though about everything he could think of, trying to snap the child out of it. Bellamy became pale where his skin was once a rich tan, his once big brown eyes with flecks of gold, were now just vacant, glassy orbs, and his clothes seemed to hang off him like rags due to the weight he had lost.

After a long 8-hour flight, the plane touched down and Bellamy was loaded into a massive SUV. He didn't know where he was being taken all he knew was that he wanted to be alone. About 40 minutes later the SUV pulled up to a gate. After the driver typed in a code on the keypad, the gates swung open revealing a driveway that lead to the nicest house Bellamy had ever seen. Marcus ushered him out of the SUV and up to the front door. He rang the doorbell, and a minute later the door swung open revealing a surprised maid.

"Mr. Kane… Mr. Collins is having dinner with his mother, wife and son. Shall I fetch them for you?" she asked in a heavy Italian accent as she ushered them into the giant foyer.

"Yes please, Bianca. Tell him it's an important matter that he'll wish to be informed of immediately." He stated firmly, but kindly. She scampered off to get him.

"You took me to see Damian." A small voice beside him said. It wasn't a question.

Kane turned quickly, shocked to hear the boy speak after not having said a word since the police station in Olympia, and knelt on one knee in front of the boy. He was further astounded to hear the child speak about Damian when he had assumed Aurora never told her child about his father.

"Yes." Kane says hesitantly. "Do you know who he is in relation to you?"

"Yeah." Came the quiet reply. He was cut off from saying anything else by the sound of several pairs of expensive leather shoes and high heels walking on the marble flooring.

"Marcus… What is the meaning of…?" Damian stopped speaking, seeing the thin, frail looking dark-haired child standing in front of his kneeling friend with his head and eyes lowered.

Marcus stood and faced Damian.

"I've got something important to tell you. Do you want to do this here, or privately in your office?" He questioned, nodding to the two women behind Damian.

"What? Marcus, what in the world is going…?" He stopped and gasped looking at the child who had raised his head and was peering at Damian with big chocolate-brown, tortured eyes set in a handsome little face so like his own. He felt his gut clench. He had seen those eyes before… Just on the beautiful face of his Aurora. He swiftly walked over to the boy and clutched his shoulders, bending down in a crouch to study his face better. He felt a moment of joy before reality crashed down and he realized there was someone missing. He knew his Aurora would never leave her child, or let someone take him unless it was over her dead body. He dropped his hands like he had been burned.

"No…" He whispered in an anguished tone. He decided that there was no possible way his vibrant Aurora could be dead, therefore his child, be it boy or girl, had to still be out there with her. There was no way this child before him could be his. He was an imposter. His hands began to shake with rage.

Damien's mother, Amelia, came forward and put a soothing, calming hand on her son's shoulder seeing his distress.

"He's not mine." He said ardently in Italian over his shoulder. The little boy jerked back, his eyes becoming cold, understanding what the older man said perfectly.

"You should watch what you say in front of people you don't know, old man." The little boy spat venomously back at the man with black hair and dark blue eyes. Bellamy didn't know who this man thought he was to say something like that.

Damian gaped at the child who had just reprimanded him in perfect Italian.

Amelia grinned at the boy and said, "Who taught you Italian Tesoro (treasure)?"

"My mother, Aurora." He said looking at the sweet older lady. Damian seemed to pale further as he stood up.

"Kane" he said, "You have some explaining to do. My office. Now." Both men turned and walked off down the hallway, disappearing through a door that Bellamy assumed was the office. Minutes passed by, and shouting and yelling could be heard through the door, echoing down the hall.

"Hello my darling, my name is Amelia. I'm your grandmother. You can call me Nonni, yes?" The kind woman asked him coming to stand in front of him after a few minutes. She had dark brown hair and sapphire blue eyes. Her sweetheart face made Bellamy like her immediately, so he nodded shyly.

A huff behind her drew his attention to a tall fierce looking woman with light brown hair and grey eyes and a sour expression on her face. Bellamy had a bad feeling about her. Clutching to her leg was a little boy no older than seven, with shaggy brown hair and curious dark blue eyes.

"What are you talking about Amelia?" The woman asked exasperatedly, as though the older woman had lost her mind.

Bellamy noticed a dark look flash across Amelia's face, before it turned into a devious smile. She quickly gave Bellamy a sly wink, making his lips twitch into a grin… The first since his mother's untimely death only a few short days ago.

"Why Vanessa… You didn't know? This is my wonderful grandson, Bellamy." She said shocking the room, Bellamy included. He didn't know how she knew his name. At seeing his bewildered face she explained to him. "Your 'Uncle Marcus' as you call him, told me all about you mi Amore (my love). I have been waiting a very long time to meet you."

Behind her, Vanessa spluttered angrily and took a step forward. She was stopped by the sound of a door down the hall opening and footsteps coming closer. Marcus and Damian both appeared. Damian's red bloodshot eyes gave away that tears had been shed.

Marcus had told him everything… The phone calls to Aurora, the trips he took to go see them without Aurora knowing he was there, getting the phone call from Bellamy, traveling to get him, getting custody of him as his 'Uncle' and his plan to protect him from the trial and media. He'd also included all the information he had gathered about Bellamy over the years.

Even after hearing all that, Damian still wanted to deny that the child was his. It wasn't until Marcus handed over the secret DNA test he'd had done two days ago along with several pictures of Aurora and Bellamy that Damian accepted the truth. His beautiful vibrant Aurora was just… gone. He had been so terribly in love with her that for the longest time his whole world seemed to be filled with bleak gray without her there to show him the color in life. With Vanessa, he saw flickers of color but she was no Aurora, and she never would be. He did love his wife in his own way, it was just not the all-consuming love he'd felt for Aurora.

Looking at the DNA test in his hand, Damian felt his reservations about the child fly out the window. Bellamy was his last connection to his precious Aurora. He had the over whelming urge to hold his child, tell him how much he loved him, and never let him go, that he quickly stood up walking out of the room to get to his little boy.

When Vanessa saw her husband, she walked forward as though to comfort him, but he waved her off, walking past her in Bellamy's direction. Amelia stepped out of the way of her advancing son.

Damian scooped the little boy up in his arms and held him tightly. It felt so unbelievably right to be able to hold his son for the first time. He had missed so much time with his beloved little boy, and he felt he had so many things to make up for- eight years' worth of things to make up to the child. He vowed right then and there to treasure and cherish his darling little son enough for both himself and Aurora.

When Damian had come into the room and picked him up, Bellamy had no idea what was about to happen or what to even do. Was he about to be thrown out? Should he kick and scream for help? Were they going to kill him? His mother told him what his father did for a living, and it was obvious that Damian's wife Vanessa would love nothing more than to kill him, with the glare she was sending him. Bellamy considered himself lucky that glares couldn't kill people because otherwise he'd be very dead with the force and intensity of her glare on him.

Bellamy was taken aback when Damian just held him tightly, and swayed back and forth whispering "My only son- my one and only dear son", over and over again in Italian.

The man who was so adamant that Bellamy wasn't 'his' was long gone, and in his place was the man Bellamy had heard all about from his mother. The thought that this was the man his mother had loved with all her heart and told stories about had Bellamy wrapping his arms around the older man. It was clear to Bellamy that this man had loved his mother just as much as he himself had.

Bellamy broke down in tears, sobbing, "She's gone Daddy, she's really gone…" Damian clutched the weeping little boy tighter to his chest, as though he was trying to absorb the child's pain, with silent tears streaming down his face.

The two people were so wrapped up in their grief and pain they didn't notice Vanessa scoop she and Damian's son, Finn, up into her arms and walk up stairs to put him to bed fuming at her husband. She knew about Aurora and the mystery child he had with her, but she always thought she would never have to meet him or even have him be a part of her husband's life. She knew that this kid was going to be a huge pain in her ass. It was bad enough that she always felt she had to compete for Damian's love and attention with nothing but the mere memory of Aurora Blake, but now her darling little son was going to have to compete with this street rat for his father's affection. All she could hope for is that the little urchin had more of his mother in him than his father and ran away.

Downstairs, Bellamy had exhausted his little body with the emotional overload and the crying spell, and promptly fell asleep safe and warm in his father's arms. Marcus and Amelia followed him to his study where he sat down at his desk still holding the boy. He gazed lovingly at his face as he slept.

"He can't stay here." Marcus stated. Having Damian's illegitimate child live in his home with his wife and other son would be seen as extremely disrespectful.

"I know…" came Damian's reply.

"What are you going to do son?" Amelia asked.

Damian looked up at Marcus. "Marcus, you've been my closest friend for all my life. I know I can entrust you with the most important, precious thing in my whole world. Will you take him? I want to still be able to raise him and teach him and love him, and I can do all that if he lives with you. I want to know he's protected, and from what I understand you've already been doing that for most of his life. So will you?" He asked.

Marcus readily agreed. Damian continued to hold Bellamy the whole night. In the morning, Damian explained what was going to happen, and Bellamy understood. Honestly, Bellamy didn't want to live in that house with Damian's wife and son anyway, so he was kind of relieved.

He liked Marcus and had pretty much accepted him as his uncle. So from then on, Bellamy lived with Marcus Kane.

Kane raised him well, and treated him as a father would an adored son. Kane made sure Bellamy received the best education money could buy and that he wanted for nothing. Bellamy was a quick learner and thus was able to skip a couple of grades in school. He had a love for history and an ear for languages. By the time he graduated from college with his Bachelor's Degree in Business he could speak Italian, French, Russian, and Spanish all fluently. Both Damian and Marcus also rigorously trained Bellamy in the ways of the mafia. By the time he was 13, Bellamy was an expert in munitions, a skilled forger, and well versed in various forms of torture as well as hand-to-hand combat.

All these skilled helped him to become one of the youngest and most feared mafia underbosses in the criminal underworld's history of existence.

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