Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ On tonights menu... ( Chapter 47 )

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Chapter 47: On the menu tonight…

Squall and Seifer had left the kitchen to change into more appropriate clothes since the only thing they had pulled on early were sweats. Squall pulled on a pair of light gray slacks and a royal purple dress shirt, the color accentuated his ethereal beauty even more and gave his silver blue eyes a light lilac undertone lastly he shoved his feet into a pair of dove gray dress shoes.

He trusted Seifer with his life and he also trusted Vincent. There was a small part of him that trusted Angelo since he had spent a little time with the man, but the hired muscle that had accompanied the elderly gentleman he didn't know them and therefore would never willing turn his back on them. Picking up the Berretta 92FS and shoved it in the waistband of his trousers so it sat snug on his lower back.

Seifer had dressed in a pair of beige slacks and an emerald green dress shirt the jewel tone made his lime green eyes pop brighter. He was busy looking at his several pairs of shoes trying to decide which ones to wear. Squall came over and said, “Go with the taupe Seif.”

As they were sitting and eating dinner, Squall's cell phone chirped, reaching into his pocket he didn't recognize the number and not wanting to discuss possible business in front of his sister pushed away from the table he offered a quick, “Excuse me please.” And left the kitchen to take the call in the living room.

“Yes.” Squall said into the phone.

“Hello Mr. Valentinius, this is Gene Caraway and I was calling to let you know that I would like to set up an appointment to meet with you on Wednesday at 2:00 if that time is convenient for you.” The unknown voice came through to him.

“Let me check my schedule and I'll let you know.” Squall replied.

“Very well Mr. Valentinius I look forward to hearing from you again. Goodbye.” If Gene Caraway was looking for the same courtesy of an ending to the conversation he was not going to get it. The call ended and he stared at the phone that had suddenly gone dead in his hand. Replacing the receiver in its cradle he leaned back in his Corinthian leather chair, pulled out a Cuban cigar and lit it, blowing the thick blue-gray smoke into the room.

Yes he did trust Reno Carson but he had done his own research on Michelangelo Valentinius and found that he was a smart and savvy young man. He also discovered that he was ruthless, and that anyone who had fucked him over in the past had disappeared under somewhat mysterious circumstances. He couldn't wait to meet him and do business with him. Perhaps to help seal the deal he could offer up his daughter on the platter and let her be somebody else's headache. But he nixed that idea just as quickly he really didn't want to be on the bad side of one of the most powerful crime families on the East Coast.

Squall was smiling as he returned to the kitchen, he would wait for a couple of hours then return Gene Caraway's phone call and let him know that Wednesday was perfect. Sitting back down at the table he resumed eating giving the impression that the phone call hadn't interrupted them. He was jubilant soon that soon this case would be behind him and that maybe just maybe he and Seifer would finally have that 24 hours of uninterrupted time alone.

Seifer glanced at Squall and raised a questioning eyebrow at his lover, but seeing Squall shake his head in the negative saved the question for when they were alone.

Carrie saw the looks that passed between them and kept silent, she knew that the call that Squall had received was more likely then not related to the case that he and Seifer were working on and even though she was a little curious she wouldn't ask him about it. Squall had always kept his personal life and his work separate.

Kadaj hadn't missed the looks that Squall and Seifer had exchanged either, he also knew that three of the four other men sitting at the table screamed Mafia, and wondered if they were part of the case that Squall and Seifer were now working on. Like Squall he never intermingled his professional and personal life. He grinned at Squall and asked, “I was wondering if you weren't busy after dinner if you and Seifer would like to come and see my house?”

Squall smiled at him and replied, “Not tonight Kaj, I need to return a couple of phone calls.” He didn't add that after he had, he was planning on dragging Seifer into bed and making love for the rest of the night.

Kadaj frowned a little but quickly changed it to a smile and said, “That's okay Squall. It was short notice and you probably had other plans for tonight.”

Sal had been with the Valentinius family for many years and had the tendency to speak before he really thought about it, “So Squall any idea when you are going to meet with Caraway.”

The sip of wine that Squall had just taken shot back up his throat and he let out a strangled, “What?”

Vincent's mouth dropped open in shock, he thought that Sal knew better then to discuss business in front of family.

Sal repeated the question, “I asked if you knew when you were going to be meeting with Caraway?”

Squall response was an icy glare followed by a voice that would freeze hell, “I don't know how you operate in New York but here we never discuss business in front of family. Do you understand me?”

Sal didn't know when to shut up. He snapped out, “Now look pretty boy, I think that Mr. Valentinius has every right to know what's going on.”

Seifer threw back his head and started laughing at the pretty boy comment.

Sal glared at the big blond and snarled, “What's so fucking funny?”

Seifer bit back the laughter and gave the man a scathing look and smirked, “Inside joke between my love bird and I.” Then continued laughing.

“This is not a laughing matter. If we are going to help protect his skinny ass then we have every right to know what the fuck is going on.”

Squall hissed through clenched teeth, “Ehi, stupido! Cosa credi di fare? Tenere la bacca chiusa cazzone.” (Hey, stupid! What do you think you are doing? Keep your mouth shut prick.)

Casting a covert look at her brother Carrie recognized the danger signs that had started to ebb off of his taut body, rising gracefully from the table she said softly to Kadaj who was seated next to her, “Kaj I think we should go into the living room now.”

Kadaj didn't argue instead he rose from where he was sitting and grasping her gently by the elbow escorted her out of what was quickly becoming a hostile environment.

Sal didn't appreciate being called a stupid prick, especially by that elegant looking young man. Not only did he have the tendency to speak before weighing out the consequences of his words he also had a very quick temper. He was ready to punch Squall in the face, forgetting that he was a guest in his home. Putting his hands under the table he started to push away but found that he was now on the receiving end of a revolver.

When Squall saw Sal put his hands under the table every instinct he had screamed that the man was going to draw down on him. With quicksilver reflexes he had the Berretta out and pointed at the man's forehead. “Don't even try it. Nobody comes into my home and tries to draw down. Now put your hands back on the table or I will blow your fucking head off.” Squall ordered in the same icy voice he had used early, his eyes had lost all the warmth that had been there early and were now like storm clouds on the horizon.

Angelo felt like he was having a stroke, his olive toned skin started to turn a violent shade of purple then molten red. He was mortified that one of his most trusted and loyal bodyguards would be behaving in such a way. Jumping to his feet he roared, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Have you taken total leave of your senses Salvatore? We are guest in Squall's home and you are being disrespectful to him. You will make your apologizes now for offending him. You know as well as anybody that you never discuss business in front of family. That's how innocent people wind up getting killed. Squall is right you are a stupid prick and you need to shut up.”

Sal had turned his head slightly to look at Angelo when he started berating him, but he also kept an eye on Squall. The look that was now plastered across that beautiful face he had seen that before. He had seen it on ruthless and cold-blooded killers. There was nothing behind that artic glare. Nothing. No warmth and no feelings. He knew if he as so much as twitched Squall would be true to his word and blow his brain matter all over the polished red and yellow-checkered floor. He very slowly raised his hands back up and put them palm down on the table, he managed to choke out, “I'm sorry for my behavior Mr. Leonhart.”

Squall clicked the safety back on the Berretta and slowly lowered it down. He took in several deep-calming breaths to help him get his temper back under control. His face still held the harshness and voice was still as emotionless when he answered, “I understand that you are loyal to Angelo, but never do that again.”

Gino had sat silently the entire time, When Sal started shooting off his big dumb mouth he was ready to punch his brother in the head. When his brother started to put his hands under the table he felt a sense of dread start to twist in his gut. He hoped that Sal wasn't stupid enough to pull a gun on their host. When Squall and Seifer had rejoined them in the dining room he had noticed that barely discernable bulge at the small of the Squall's back and knew that he was packing heat. He hadn't been able to follow the movement when the younger man had pulled the revolver it had happened with speed and ease. One second the gun wasn't there and the next it was.

After Sal made his apology the tension in the room slowly ebbed away, walking over to the door Squall told Carrie and Kadaj that they could come back in now.

When dinner was over and dishes were done, Vincent, Angelo, Sal and Gino departed. Before they did Angelo gave Squall one of his cards and said, “That has my private number on it. If you need to contact me for anything at all, you can reach me there.” Angelo had felt it deep down in his gut that the phone call that Squall had received during dinner had been about meeting with Caraway.

After they had left Squall went into the bedroom and returned Caraway's call.

The phone was answered on the second ring, “Yeah?”

“This is Michelangelo Valentinius I need to speak with Gene Caraway.” Squall said.

“Hold on I'll see if he's available.” Milo snapped and slammed the phone down in the cradle he realized his mistake when he saw that he had failed to put the caller on hold.

Gene Caraway had just come back into the room and asked, “Was that Mr. Valentinius?”

Milo had two decisions to make, one was be truthful and hope that Mr. Caraway didn't kill him. The other was to lie and hope that Valentinius would call back thinking that they were disconnected before he could answer the phone rang again.

Picking it up Milo answered smoothly, “Caraway residence how may I help you?”

Squall looked down at the phone that had gone quiet in his hand and growled, “What the fuck?” Then redialed the number, when the same voice greeted him he snarled into the phone, “This is Mr. Valentinius calling for Mr. Caraway again. Is he available?”

Milo answered carefully, “Yes he is Mr. Valentinius. I'm sorry for disconnecting you.” He might be rude to people when the boss wasn't in the room but he knew who signed his paycheck so he knew to smooze when necessary.

Caraway glared at Milo and snapped, “Get out and close the door behind you.”

Sitting down behind the desk Gene picked up the phone and said, “Hello.”

“I don't appreciate being hung up on, and if you want to do business with my family nothing like that will happen again. I was calling to let you know that I checked my schedule and Wednesday at 2:00 is fine. All I need is your address.” Squall replied curtly.

Gene gave Squall his address and said casually, “I look forward to meeting you.”

Squall didn't respond instead he clicked his phone shut and fell backwards on the bed. “Please let this end soon.” He prayed silently.

Seifer had entered the bedroom and went over and lay down by his lover, “Are you okay baby?” He asked as he pulled him into his arms.

Squall snuggled deeper into the warm comfort of Seifer's embrace and murmured softly, “I am now love.”

“Was that Reno who called early?” Seifer asked.

“No it was Gene Caraway. We have a meeting with him on Wednesday.” Squall answered and tilted his head back to look up into Seifer's warm green eyes. “I love you Seifer.”

“Mmmm, I love you too.” Seifer replied and pressed his mouth against Squall's and kissed him. He ran his tongue along the soft sweetness of the brunet's lips and teased them open to accept his tongue, thrusting it back and forth in his lover's hot wet mouth. Pulling away from him Seifer whispered against Squall's lips, “I wanted to make love with you tonight but can we just kiss and cuddle instead?”

Squall responded by wrapping his arms tighter around Seifer, pressed his lips against the long column of the blond's neck and said softly, “Yes.”

Seifer kissed the top of Squall's head and nuzzled his nose into the dark chocolate lock and inhaled the heady scent of his lover. Pushing away from the embrace Seifer stood and quickly undressed, when he saw Squall stand so he could also shed his clothes he shook his head in the negative and kneeling down divested his sultry lover of his impeding clothing, then flipping the comforter back on the bed scooped him up in his arms and lay down again drawing Squall's lithe sinewy frame against his hard muscular one.

After Squall and Seifer had retired for the evening, Kadaj pulled Carrie into his arms and hugged her, “As much as I would love to stay and hold you again tonight I do need to go and spend time with my brother or he'll start thinking that I'm avoiding him and wonder what he did to piss me off.”

Carrie rested her head against his shoulder and said, “That's okay Kaj, I have an early class tomorrow and I have to study for a test, and you are a distraction, a nice looking one but still a distraction.”

Kadaj pulled away from her and smiled, then almost shyly asked, “Can I see you again tomorrow?”

Carrie grinned at him and replied, “I should be done with school around 4:00 and unless I'm buried under a mountain of homework, then yes you can come and see me again tomorrow.”

Kadaj took a small step forward and grasped her chin gently and gave her a quick chaste kiss on the mouth, “Until tomorrow Honey Bear, pleasant dreams.” Then pivoted around and stalked over to the front door and departed.

Carrie walked over to the door and locked it then sat the alarm, reaching down she scooped up Little Seifer and nestled the kitten under her chin. “Well girlfriend it looks like it's just you and me tonight. What say we watch a chick flick and eat popcorn?” The kitten responded by letting out a deep rumbling purr of contentment. Carrie giggled and crossing over to the DVDS picked out one of her favorites, `Just Like Heaven' and put it into the player. Going into the kitchen she made a bag of kettle corn and went out and rejoined Little Seifer and spent the rest of the evening watching movies with the little scamp.

She hadn't lied when she told Kadaj that she had an early class but she wasn't tired at-all, if anything she was exhilarated, Kadaj had that effect on her. Picking up the kitten she brought her up close and asked, “Can I tell you a secret?” Little Seifer butted her chin with the top of her head.

Carrie figured that was kitteneze for yes continued, “I really like him. In fact I could see myself falling madly in love with him. Now that's just between you and I understand?”

Little Seifer licked Carrie on the cheek and purred. Then squirming out of her grasp ran scampering across the floor to Squall and Seifer's bedroom door where she started howling piteously.

Seifer glanced down at Squall and said sarcastically, “Your baby's crying.”

Squall felt contrite, he really loved that little ball of fuzz and felt like he had been neglecting her shamefully. He really didn't want her to get used to sleeping with them that's why he had been so adamant about it that first night. But he also knew that she had been sleeping in Carries room the past few nights. He gazed up at his lover his with heavy lidded eyes and asked, “Is it okay if I bring her in for a while?”

Seifer grinned and said, “I thought you didn't want her sleeping with us.”

“Not to sleep, but I really haven't been spending a lot of time with her and she could be feeling ignored.” Squall offered.

Seifer smiled at him, “I don't mind Sweet Cheeks as long as she stays away from my dangly things.”

Squall chuckled and standing crossed the room and opened the door wide enough for Little Seifer to come in. When the door opened Little Seifer's head jerked up and seeing her daddy let out a pleasurable yowl, then walked regally into the bedroom and actually waited for him to pick her up and put her in bed. Bending down Squall scooped her up and deposited her in the middle of the bed. Seeing her other daddy she scurried up his chest and pushed her cold nose against his chin and started doing happy paws on the bare surface.

“Now just remember Junior you are not sleeping in here with us.” Seifer admonished the kitten wincing slightly at those little razor blades that were digging into his chest.

They spent the next hour playing with the kitten and when she went to sack out on Seifer's pillow Squall slid into his robe and picking her up carried her back out to the living room where he saw that Carrie was still up and watching a movie. Going over to her bed he put her down in it. Crossing the room he hugged his sister and gave her quick kiss on the cheek and said, “Goodnight Care, one favor please, try not to let her sleep with you anymore, I don't want her getting used to it.”

Carrie smiled up her brother and returned his hug and kiss, “Okay Squall I won't.”

Squall walked back into his bedroom and closed the door shedding the robe as he crossed the room he crawled back into bed beside his big blond lover and cuddled in close.

Squall and Seifer spent the next few hours kissing and cuddling, whispering love words to each other between the kisses. Seifer's hands traveled in a leisurely fashion down Squall's back tenderly massaging the smooth bronzed surface. Squall yawned and stretched and somehow managed to press his body tighter against Seifer's.

“I'm having trouble staying awake.” Squall managed to get around a jaw-snapping yawn.

“Then sleep Sweet Cheeks.” Seifer growled softly in his ear, “And know that I love you.”

Squall smiled tiredly up at his lover and replied, “I love you too my lusty bull.”