Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Gangsta rap and the Mafia ( Chapter 15 )

CHAPTER 15: Gangsta' Rap and the Mafia

 

Squall and Seifer spent the better part of the afternoon talking and watching television. Squall had eaten another bowl of the wonderful soup that Seifer had made. Rinsing his bowl he put in the dishwasher. Even though he had spent the better part of the morning and early afternoon sleeping, he still feeling a little weak and tired so he went back to the bedroom and lay back down and went back to sleep.

 

Vincent Valentine arrived at his penthouse. He was in a fairly good mood considering the events of the day. He had a good day in court. The scumbag child molester that he was prosecuting was spending the next 20 years in prison without possibility of parole. He was home now and he had half an hour to prepare himself for his unwanted visitor.

 

“Shit! What have I done to bring him back into my life?” Vincent thoughts were black as he rode up in the elevator. “God! I wish I had never slept with him. Squall and I would still be together if I hadn't.” True, the sex had been good, but it wasn't fantastic like it had been with Squall.

 

Opening the door he walked in and found that he had company. “How the fuck did you get in here?” He growled at his guest.

 

“Language Vincent. As to how I got in here? I have my ways. I hope you don't mind I made myself a drink.” He said with a smile.

 

Vincent shrugged his black leather trench coat off and hung it in the hall closet. Storming over to his bar he poured himself a stiff drink. “Actually I do mind. What the fuck do you want?” He asked his voice full of hostility.

 

“Now Vinnie, don't be that way.” He patted the spot beside him on the couch. “Come over here and sit down by me.” The man said his voice silky and smooth.

 

“I prefer to stand. And I'm only going to ask you one more time, before I call security. What do you want?” Vincent snarled.

 

Green eyes flashing dangerously the man pulled off the red leather couch and strolled over to where Vincent was standing. “Don't make this more difficult then it has to be Vincent.” He was starting to get a little irked. How stupid of him to that the way he had been able to intimidate Vincent Valentine was with his fists. “I have questions. You have answers. Now would you please come and sit by me on the couch so we can talk?” He finished with an icy smile, turned back around and walked back over to the couch.

 

“Fine. What do you want Jenova?” Vincent asked unable to keep the hostility from his voice.

 

He spun gracefully around, “For one thing for you not to be so unbearably rude to me. After all I am a guest.”

 

“An unwelcome one. What do you want Sephiroth?” Vincent let out an exasperated breath. But crossed the room and instead of sitting by his `guest', he chose one of the wing chairs.

 

Sephiroth glared at him and huffed, “You're going to make this difficult, aren't you? I want you to tell me everything you know about Squall Leonhart.”

 

“Squall Leonhart? Never heard of him.” Vincent was instantly on alert. Fuck me! What in hell did he want with Squall?

 

“Don't lie to me Vincent. I despise it when people lie to me. It has a tendency to make me very angry.” Sephiroth smiled maliciously. “I know he was your lover at one time. Tell me about how he is in bed Vincent. Does he just lie there while he's being fucked? Or does he move like he does on the dance floor?”

 

Vincent remained silent, yes he may have more lovers then an abacus could track of, but he didn't kiss and tell.

 

“Does he moan and cry out in his passion? How does his mouth feel when it's wrapped around your cock?” Sephiroth was now painfully hard. While he was asking Vincent his inappropriate questions he let his imagination take flight and actually pictured his beautiful Blue Eyes doing those things to him and let out an involuntary groan.

 

“First things first freak show what happened between Squall and I is none of your goddamn fucking business. What I know of his personal life is that he is an incredibly nice guy. And once you have his loyalty you have it for life unless you fuck it up. He has a good heart and is generous to his friends. On his friends he has a select group of people that he is close to.”

 

“Why Vinnie it sound's like you're in love with him.” Sephiroth said smugly.

 

“Not that it's any of your fucking business, I'm not in love with him but I do love him. Worst mistake I ever made was letting you fuck me, I lost him because of it.”

 

Sephiroth pouted, “Was it really a mistake?” Then snorted, “Tell me more about him.”

 

There were things that Vincent knew about Squall Leonhart that he would never even under threat of being tortured to death revel to anyone. He knew that Squall had gone into the academy under an alias. Squall wanted to be a detective and what better way to protect your anonymity then having no record that showed you were connected with any law enforcement agency. Squall preferred the rich boy personification that he had been painted with.

 

“He's rich.”

 

“I already know that Vincent.”

 

“Fine, his generosity doesn't only include friends but he makes sizeable donations to a children's charity every year. At Christmas he buys gift's and takes them to the children's wards at the hospital.”

 

“Fine. Fine he likes ankle biters. What I'd like to know is why he took criminology classes while he was in college then didn't pursue a career in that field?” Sephiroth questioned.

 

Vincent's face remained expressionless. Shit, he needed to warn Squall about this. “How should I know?” He snapped.

 

“Fine! How did he make all of his money?”

 

This was perfect, without missing a beat Vincent answered, “Organized crime.” He knew that Sephiroth was involved in some shady dealings, and he hoped that telling him that Squall was with the Mafia might scare him enough that he would leave Squall the fuck alone.

 

That was not the response that Sephiroth was expecting and it showed on his face and in his voice. “Excuse me?”

 

“You heard me. Organized crime, you know the Mafia.” Vincent bit back the evil smile that threatened to spill across his mouth. “Oh he may have made a little bit of money in the stock market. But his real money is in a nice little off shore account.”

 

“He's Mafioso?” Sephiroth was even more intrigued over the revelation. Tomorrow he would have Reno start digging up dirt on some of the local crime lords to find out which family that Squall Leonhart was affiliated with. Smiling to himself he thought that this was perfect he would use the information that he gleaned to blackmail Squall Leonhart.

 

“Yes.” Vincent lied smoothly.

 

Rising from the couch he smiled at Vincent, “I need to go. Thank you for your help Vincent.” Then left in a swirl of black leather.

 

Vincent realized his mistake just by Sephiroth's reaction. But he could rectify it. No longer trusting that his phone wasn't tapped and there wasn't a bug planted, he waited for half an hour before he left the penthouse, going around the corner he picked up the payphone added the proper amount of coins and punched in a number.

 

“Hello!” A voice rasped groggily from the other end.

 

“Dad, its Vincent I need a favor.”

 

When Squall awoke again he went into the living room and found that Seifer was watching American Idol, and laughing his ass off over some of the contestants and Simon Cowell's commentary about their performances.

 

Seifer looked over at Squall who was leaning against the doorframe and watching him in amusement. The next contestant came on. He had a grillwork done on his front teeth, he was wearing pants where the waistband bagged all the way down to his knees, he was the epitome of a gangsta' rap star and he sucked. “Look at this guy Squall, that is not the face of an American Idol that's the face of America's Most Wanted.”

 

“You don't actually like this shit do you?” Squall asked. He wanted some more of that scrumptious soup that Seifer had made then he wanted indulge in one of his pleasures, taking a bubble bath and reading

 

“God no! But I think Simon is a hoot!”

 

Before Squall could enter the kitchen another contestant who was a male, gave his rendition of Soul and Inspiration by the Righteous Brothers. When he finished, Paula Abdul kept going on and on about much he moved her.

 

Squall looked at the screen and sneered, “I think all that's required to move her is a penis and a pulse.”

 

Seifer broke up laughing and drawled, “You wanna know something Squall? You can be just as big as of hoot as Simon.”

 

“You're such a dork Seifer. I'm going to have some more soup, then I'm going to take a bath.” Squall said.