Short chapter, but things are really going to start picking up after this.
"Are you going to let me out of here at all today Hook?!" Gold called as he pounded on his door. He had been at it for almost fifteen minutes now and still the smirking wanna-be pirate hadn't come to let him out. Normally he only had to knock once and a minute later he'd be greeted with Hook's slim face. He didn't know why today was any different . Just yesterday Hook had stressed the need for new weapons for Soviet troops in Afghanistan. Apparently the US funded troops were kicking ass and there was word going around that Gorbachev was going to be calling for a soviet troops soon. If that had been so pressing yesterday there should be no reason why Hook wasn't breathing down his neck right this moment. "Hook are you going to let me or am I going to-"
"The door sprung open forcing Gold to stumble back lest he get hit by it. "What are you going to do crocodile? Snap, snarl, and then do nothing? No you are going to shut your mouth and get to work."
Gold glared at Hook as he limped by. "I would have been able to start work earlier if you hadn't been late." he mumbled as he slowly made his way up the steps.
"What did you say?" Hook snarled at him and Gold shrunk back slightly.
"That's right. Now get to work."
Hook gave him a shove once he reached the top of the stairs causing Gold to stumble and fall at someone's feet. Someone's feet encased in crazy tall heels. Looking up slowly Gold's eyes traced over mile long legs, up to a rather short skirt, past curvy hips dying to be held, and all the way up to the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Striking blue eyes and petal pink lips that just begged to be kissed stood out against porcelain skin. Long chestnut curls cascaded down her back like a waterfall and it looked like it would be smooth as silk if he were to touch them. If it wasn't for the fact that he could feel the heat radiating off her body he would believe that she was just a figment of his imagination. But if she wasn't some protective goddess from his own mind sent here to save him from this damnation who was she? No one came to this cabin. In almost four years gold could count on one hand the number of times someone besides Hook had come here. It didn't make sense. What made her so special to get to see the prisoner? Who was she? "Who the hell are you?"
A knock to the back of the head with Hook's hook had him collapsing to the ground again. "Watch your tone crocodile! Belle is my guest here and you will show her some fucking respect, unless you'd rather I make a visit to see your boy."
Belle. Belle French. This had to be the woman Hook had been talking about non-stop for the past few months. This was the woman Hook had said tossed Bae away like trash. She had sent his son back into the grips of hell. His beautiful goddess was really a devil in disguise. Hook wanted him to show her respect? It wasn't possible. However both hook and French were glaring at him expectantly. Bile rose in his throat as he realized they expected him to apologize to her. "Sorry Miss French." he practically spat the words at her. Her own response was a cold "You should be." which only made him despise her more.
Struggling to his feet Gold limped to his work desk and forced himself to ignore the blue eyes following his every movement. He need to work. He needed to work to get to Bae. He needed to work to get free. He needed to work to forget. To forget the brief spark of hope Belle French had lit in him. To forget the first light in his ocean of darkness. He needed to forget it all.
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