Open Wounds | Captain Swan

31. It's An One-For-One Trade

[Read the A/N at the end for important information!I hope this is all okay because Wattpad was doing some weird stuff... Please comment every little thought, my munchkins, they give me so much inspiration to write!]

"Father?" He was breathless, which wasn't too odd if you consider that he sprinted the entire way to his father's house after figuring out that must be where he was holding his fiancé captive.

"Stay away fro-" He leaped forward, prepared to punch him in the jaw until he was certain it was broken, but a stable force withheld him from doing so.

His father had wrapped and arm around his mid-section, preventing him from dashing over to his loved ones. The two relatives stared into each other's eyes as the environment they were in slowly started to fill with tension. All three of the adults were clearly aware of the high amount of exertion that kept increasing.

Emma could hear the blood buzz through the veins in her ears. Her heart was speeding up with every passing second, banging against her chest. She felt as if every pound narrowed her throat even further than it already had until she was struggling to breathe. But none of these distractions was enough to draw her attention away from the men. Her eyes were focusing on their frozen bodies that seemed to be glued to the floor for an eternity.

She was terrified of what was going to happen now. Her brain had already analyzed every possible outcome that occurred to her, but every single one of them was negative.

Either they lost and he would continue to torment them, or Albert would lose and be confined to penitentiary for a lifetime.

Exactly when Emma thought the silence was going to persist forever, his words cut into it, "Not so fast, my boy." Killian wasn't sure what betrayed his father's intentions, but he instantly knew what he was going to say. All he could do now was pray Emma would forgive him. "I was just telling your lovely fiancé about her parents."

And just like that his entire world came crashing down.

His gaze slowly moved to Emma, hoping that, for once, she wasn't the clever person he knew she was and wouldn't figure out what he had been hiding from her for almost two years now, but the moment his eyes connected with hers he knew the puzzle was going to be solved. Whether it was sooner or later didn't matter, she was going to work it out.

The trace confusion hidden in the green of her iris had given him a tiny spark of hope though. He even squinted his eyes to observe her face features better, but deep down he knew all his efforts would end up in vain.

He wished he could just dissolve into the air and reappear in their house, beside her in their bed with their dogs scattered across the floor, her body gathered together in his arms as their hands rested on her belly, fingers interlaced. But his desire was impossible and selfish.

He had chosen to withhold the truth from her and he had to take consequences for his actions, even if that meant she would be furious with him.

"What do you want?" Killian asked, his words barely audible due to the way he was constantly clenching his jaw.

"I'd like to make a deal." Killian finally managed to draw his eyes away from Emma. He studied Albert's face accurately, every inch of his face was branded on his retina, but he still failed to determine whether this deal he was talking about would be fortunate or unfortunate for Emma.

But it was Albert, everything always expired badly with him.

He sighed as his eyelids slipped closed, darkening his vision. He was making an attempt to think of what he should do, what he should say. He kept hitting his thigh with his fist, the rhythm was similar to the pounds of his heart against his inner sternum. All the movements he performed were to encourage his concentration to remain present, but he doubted his efforts were successful.