Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back


PROLOGUE

"Oi, you!" Killian Jones snarled at Emma Swan's retreating form. Anger was laced into every syllable he uttered, his teasing and flirtations having dissipated quickly, good humor gone, once he had found out he had been double-crossed.

Really, it was a joke. He would soon be known as a laughing stock rather then the manipulative, intellectual pirate that he really truly was at heart. Ridiculous-Captain Hook becoming the victim not the perpetrator, the betrayed and not betrayer. Karma was a bitch. And his reputation would soon be in tatters.

However, it did provide him a small comfort to know that she, at least, actually feared him. He could see it- since she was practically bloody fleeing from him like bleedin' plague— she realized the repercussions she was going to inevitability face, bestowed upon her by courtesy of one scorned, vengeful Hook.

"EMMA!" he roared once more for good measure. He wrenched at the bloody chains, their cursed jangling and clinking echoing in his ears.

She cast one look back at him, her blue blazing eyes glimmering with a touch of guilt and pleading—they were screaming at him really—I'm sorry—they seemed to say-it had to be done.

"Love", he hollered after her, "once I get out of here all the apologies in the world won't save you"

Her golden locks were eventually swallowed up into the distance and he was left muttering profanities under his breathe at the damn woman who had bested him not once, but twice.

Color him angry.

And impressed.

Eight Hours later * * *


Killian Jones was not a patient man.

And to be cuffed, completely alone-with no form of entertainment to boot, for ten hours straight was his worst possible idea of torture.

Hell could not be worse than this, Killian thought idly. As the hours had steadily progressed, his lethargy had incessantly increased, slowly possessing his emotionally fueled state, making him complacent and bored. Even his anger could not last at that heightened state for so long. Instead, he was now draped against the wall with his legs tossed carelessly about, barely upright.

He had tried to strike a conversation with the giant, once he had found out that the beast had no intention of killing him. The giant's retort in why he wouldn't kill him however, made Killian snort with incredulity. Naturally, the giant was merely doing Emma a favor. Of course, because that makes perfect sense, Killian thought scathingly.

"I'm promised Emma a favor" The giant had said solemnly. "So you won't die by my hands".

A favor! Killian had thought indignantly.

Really, they were on first name basis? The beast referred to her as Emma, really?

How in the sevens hell had she managed to talk her way into getting a favor of all things? Spare her life, maybe. But a favor? She wasn't even that charismatic- he was the charmer for Chrissake and yet, all his charm and good behavior had not made the beast release him early. He couldn't even get a smile out of the giant.

No, the giant had grudgingly and dismissively told him to be quiet or else he would disregard the favor and just eat him.

That had wiped the smirk off the pirate's face.

How someone could steal into a giant's domain with the agenda of thieving from the beast and leave with a nice pat on the back, a cheery wave, and a request was beyond him. It was damn well irritating. She had also left with the item she was trying to thieve in the first place! No consequences to her name at all. No consequences except the one's he himself would happily treat her to. She would bloody regret this moment and her miserable existence.

Still, Killian supposed, things could be a lot worse. All in all all things were fine and dandy. He would be free to go in ten hours. Free to seek her out. He would try to keep in mind that Swan hadn't tried to end his life. Just detain him. That was slightly heart-warming. He would return the gesture by not killing her.

But he lived by the moment, and at this impromptu moment in time, he was bored. And his mind had zeroed in on the Emma Swan girl. He could picture her in his mind's eye and the familiar sense of arousal would tighten in his groin when he did.

He could see the fiery spirit burning in her bright eyes. That was a quality he always found sexually attractive in a woman.

He wanted her.

He also wanted to seek his revenge on her.

Killian Jones smirked. Who ever said he couldn't have and enjoy both?


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