Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Family can't live with them. Can't shoot them ( Chapter 7 )

CHAPTER 7: Family, can't live with them can't shoot them

 

When they arrived back at Squall's house he opened the garage and pulled in. After they exited the car and gathered the shopping bags Seifer glanced around. He saw that there was a silver blue Harley Davidson Low Rider.

 

He saw that there was also another car this one protected by an automobile cover, mischief flashing in his lime green eyes he asked, “So what you hiding under there Squall? Your bondage gear?”

 

Squall laughed, and placed the bags on the floor of the garage removed the cover from the car, exposing a sleek black sports car. “It's a present a bought myself for my 21st birthday. This is a McLaren F1 at one time the fastest street legal car in the world. It can go from 0 to suicide in 3.5 seconds.”

 

“Why would you want something that goes that fast?” Seifer asked. This was something that he hadn't expected. The Beamer he understood, but holy hell Squall just didn't seem like the type that would drive a hot little sports car and ride a motorcycle.

 

Squall ignored the question and recovered the car and retrieved the bags. “What would you like for dinner tonight? If you'd like I can order take out.”

 

“Doesn't matter to me.”

 

The door leading from the garage opened into the living room and when the two men walked in they were greeted to chaos.

 

Benjamin Loire was Squall's half brother, from their father's first marriage. He had lied to Laguna earlier that day saying that he needed to drop something off at Squall's and had gotten the key as well as the alarm code to Squall's house.

 

He didn't have anything to drop off. He was hosting a birthday party for his friend Dan and what better place to have it then Squall's. After all, his brother had a state of the art stereo system and a well-stocked liquor cabinet.

 

Squall dropped the bags he was carrying to the floor, it was a good thing he wasn't carrying his weapon, because if he had been he would have shot his dumb ass brother. “Ben! What in the fuck are you doing in my house?” He roared.

 

“Oh hey little brother. I'm having a birthday party for my bud Dan. I knew you wouldn't mind.” Ben slurred.

 

“I do mind. You broke into my house.” Squall shouted at him.

 

“I didn't actually break in. Dad gave me the key and your code.” Ben laughed.

 

Seifer felt the anger pouring off of Squall. He was getting pissed himself. Who did this asshole think he was having a party in Squall's house? It didn't matter that he was Squall's brother. You didn't do that to someone else's property.

 

Before Squall could continue the doorbell ringing cut him off. Stomping over to the door he yanked it open and snapped, “What?”

 

The scantily clad woman looked Squall up and down, and ran her tongue over collagen-injected lips, “Why hello gorgeous. I certainly hope that you're the birthday boy.”

 

Squall bite back a nasty retort and said, “I'm sorry but your services are no longer required. The party has been cancelled.”

 

“Why don't I stay and you and I can have our own private little party?” She said seductively, and ran two inch long red nails down his chest.

 

“Uh! I'm gay. Have a nice day.” And slammed the door in her startled face.

 

Ben and his friends started to head towards the door, but were stopped by an icy voice, “Ben sit down. The rest of you idiots get the hell out of my house.” Flipping open his cell phone he called the police.

 

“Why are you calling the cops?” Ben asked stupidly.

 

“Because I'm having your dumb ass arrested for breaking into my home.” Squall hissed at him.

 

“But I had a key.” Ben said just as stupidly as before.

 

“Did you have my permission to enter my home? No! Therefore you broke in and destroyed my property.” Squall's voice had gone low and dark and his eyes had gone from silver blue to the harsh color of rain clouds.

 

Ignoring his brother he made two more phone calls, the first to a locksmith to come out and have his locks changed the second to his security company to change his alarm code.

 

“Do you hear water running?” Seifer asked him, his handsome brow furrowed in angry. There was a distinct smell of cigarette smoke in the air. He knew that Squall didn't smoke and had told him that if he did he had to do it outside.

 

He was looking around the living room. In the amount of time that he and Squall had been gone the living room had gone from being immaculate to being a disaster area. There were pizza boxes strung from hell to breakfast. Pizza slices were not only on the floor but the walls as well. There were globs of cake ground into the carpet, on the walls and flung at the television. Amid the rubble were several empty beer cans, liquor bottles, CDS and DVDS. Over the sound of the running water he heard a high-pitched buzzing whine coming from the direction of the stereo.

 

Squall was looking at what once was his beautiful living room. The piano that had stood in the corner was now tipped over on its side. The inside had been used as a trash receptacle and someone had cut the wires on it. Several of the keys had been dislodged and were scattered around the floor. The only thing that had survived the carnage was the painting of his mother and him.

 

“What?” He asked the anger and hurt coming out in his voice.

 

Seifer had crossed over to the stereo and turned it off, which immediately took care of the noise. “I asked if you heard water running?” Looking down he saw the puddle of water slowly oozing out from under one of the closed doors. “Squall there's something wrong with your toilet.”

 

“God damn it.” Squall snarled. Grabbing the bathroom doorknob he wrenched it open. Great just fucking great, the wrecking crew had been in here too. He needed to get the water turned off before it caused any more damage. But he knew his brother he knew that Ben would run if given the opportunity. He pounded into his bedroom opened the drawer on his nightstand and pulled out the 44 Magnum that he loved and stomped back into the living room and handed the pistol to Seifer.

 

“Seifer, if he moves shoot him!” Squall growled and went into the bathroom and turned the water off under the toilet and sink.

 

Seifer had also looked over to where the piano was laying his eyes snapped up to the wall and he saw that the painting had been left unscathed. He had asked Squall about it and Squall had told him that his father had captured his mother and him in a candid moment and had the photograph done in oils as a present for his wife's birthday, it was to be the last gift he ever gave her since she was killed by a drunk driver three months later. Squall's mother had been beautiful and it was from she that he had gotten his looks. He had the same delicate bone structure and in certain lights his dark chocolate hair gleamed with hidden fire from the auburn highlights.

 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ben start to get up from the couch. He brought the pistol up and sighted it at Ben clicked the safety off and sneered, “Oh! Please! Do!”

 

“What did you do to my bathroom?” He shouted at his brother.

 

Ben looked at him and laughed, “I think Chase shoved a coupe of rolls of toilet paper down the toilet to see what would happen.”

 

Squall stomped into the kitchen to get the phone book so he could call a plumber and screamed, “You son of a bitch, I'm going to fucking kill you.” He grabbed the phone book and pounded back into the living room. Crossing over to the couch he thumped his brother upside the head with it several times. “I'm going to say this to you one time Benjamin David Loire. After you get out of jail you are never welcome in my home again. If you so much as darken the door I will shoot you, dump your body in the bay and let the sharks take care of the rest.”

 

Then as an afterthought he added, “By the way, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you.” Squall continued reading his brother the Miranda Act. When he had finished, there was another knock on the door and he went to answer it this time it was the police.

 

Fujin and her partner Chris Mitchell were standing there, “Hi Squall we heard the call on the radio and we…what the hell happened to your house?”

 

“He happened.” Squall snapped and pointed over at the couch. “I've read him his rights. Just get him the fuck out of here. Please.” He had a pounding headache and brought the heels of his hands up and rubbed his eyebrows.

 

Chris walked over to where Ben was still sitting on the couch, “Come on punk.” He growled and yanked Ben off the couch. “Hands behind your head shit heel.” When Ben had complied he handcuffed him. Like all of Squall's friends on the force he had been here on several occasions and it pissed him the hell off that someone would have so little regard for another person's property.

 

Chris's nose wrinkled in distaste, “What is that smell?”

 

Ben supplied the answer, “When the toilet went out of commission we used his plants.”

 

Squall's face went from being sun bronze to pale white to red in a matter of seconds. His hands were clenched in fist at his sides. The litany of, “I can't shoot him.” Played over and over in his head.

 

“Get him out of here.” Squall seethed.

 

Chris Mitchell shoved Ben Loire over to the door where Fujin was still standing, “Squall please you're my brother for god sake.”

 

“Oh don't worry Ben this is only your second strike and since they can't bring into account your juvenile record, you're not going to big boy's jail. Yet.” Squall snarled.