Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ No bones about it ( Chapter 52 )

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Chapter 52: No bones about it

When Squall woke up Wednesday morning there was a definite chill in the air. Pulling away from the heat of his lover he rose from their bed crossed over to the closet and pulled on a pair of 501's and a baby blue cable knit sweater. He stealthy left the bedroom not wanting to disturb Seifer's sleep and made his way into the living room and out to the deck that overlooked the bay.

Unlike the one morning that he had went and woke Seifer to come out and enjoy the beautiful view he didn't on this morning since the fog had settled thickly over the city giving it the impression that someone had dropped a load of cotton balls and they had blanketed they Bay Area. There were also storm clouds moving in and the day promised to be gloomy.

Looking heavenward Squall prayed that the weather was not portent to the meeting that he had scheduled with Gene Caraway later that day. Letting out a deep breath he also prayed that Angelo was right and Caraway handled his business away from the prying eyes of his family. Reno had e-mailed him a file that gave him even more information on the man. He had cursed and had almost called Caraway back and told him that they would be meeting on neutral territory especially when he found out that Gene had a daughter and his daughter was none other then Rinoa Heartilly. But Reno had included in the e-mail that she had been sent to Paris to go shopping with her mother and would not be home for the next few weeks.

He let out another deep frosty breath into the cold morning air. Rinoa would have definitely put a kibosh on the Mafioso Prince persona he was going to be adopting. Running his fingers through his hair he turned and went back into the warm comfort of his house. Making his way to the kitchen he stopped and picked up his kitten and continued his journey to the kitchen where he found his sister in the process of making coffee. “Good morning Care.” He offered with a smile.

Carrie turned from the coffee pot where she had just pored herself a cup and returned his smile, for once not jumping out of her skin. She had heard the bedroom door open and close and knew that her brother, Seifer or both were now up, so she braced herself waiting for the inevitable fright. Turning to the cupboard she pulled out another cup and filled it almost to the brim with heady black liquid and handed it to her brother.

“Squall I was wondering if you were busy today? Daddy called me last night and ordered me to come to Monterey today. And I wanted you to come with me.” Carrie looked over at her brother expectantly a troubled expression on her face.

“I can't today. I have an important meeting that I have to go to. Call dad and tell him that I'll bring you out on Friday or Saturday. If he ask why tell him that I'm in the Beamer and I won't let you drive the McLaren.” Squall said softly.

“Thanks Squall.” She replied the worry leaving her violet eyes.

“Not a problem Sweet Pea.” He smiled at her again and cocked his head slightly to the side. Turning gracefully he pulled out another coffee cup filled it and took a small sip off of it just as the kitchen door swung open and his boyfriend strolled in dressed in a pair of black sweats and a U of T sweatshirt.

Seifer grinned at them and in two long strides was by their sides hooking an arm around each of their waists and hugging them close. Leaning down he dropped a quick kiss on Carries cheek releasing her he pulled Squall in closer and gave him a more long drawn out one on the mouth. “Good morning Sweet Cheeks.” Seifer murmured against the brunet's mouth and squeezed his ass.

“Good morning yourself.” Squall replied and returned the blonds kiss.

Keeping one arm firmly around Squall's waist he reached out with his other hand and took the coffee that had been offered, glancing down he saw the slight impression that Squall's lips had left on the rim and took a sip off that same spot. Licking his mouth in appreciation he grinned down at his brunet and said, “Ummm perfect.”

Later that day as they were getting ready to go to the meeting with Gene Caraway Seifer came out of the bathroom and saw the white linen suit that he had picked out for himself laying across the foot of the bed. Raising an eyebrow he glanced over to the bathroom door and said, “I thought this was too Miami!”

Squall replied through the door, “We have to give the masses what they expect and what they are expecting is the stereotypical Mafia Prince and his heavy.”

“So what is the Prince going to be wearing?” Seifer asked in amusement.

“Armani of course.” Squall answered as he emerged from the bathroom.

This was a Squall that Seifer had never seen before and he wasn't sure if he wanted to again. His unruly hair had been shellacked down with gel and hairspray. Underneath his pert little nose was a fake moustache, and you would have had to known that he didn't have one before to know that it wasn't real. His eyes had gone from the beautiful silver blue to a harsh lifeless brown, ah the wonders of colored contacts. With the black Armani he looked sinister and unapproachable.

Crossing over to the closet once again he pulled out the Beretta 92FS and tucked it into the back of his pants and handed Seifer the other one and said, “No matter what I say or do please don't take it personally. Know that I love you and that I'm just playing a role, nothing more.”

Seifer smiled down at his lover and replied, “I know and I love you too.”

When they got to the garage Squall gave Seifer the keys to the BMW and slid into the passengers seat while the blond got in behind the wheel.

Quickly taking on the role of flunky Seifer glanced over at Squall who now had those harsh brown eyes hid behind a pair of black Ray Bans and asked, “Where to boss?”

Squall bit back the snort of laughter and gave him the address and watched as the big Texan punched it into the GPS. Within 45 minutes they were pulling up in front of the wrought iron gates that enclosed the palatial estate. Squall raised an eyebrow and wondered if the inside was as pretentious as the outside was.

The report that Reno Carson had supplied him with included the fact that Gene Caraway had made his fortune in the last twenty years. Where his family, at least the Leonhart side, had always been obscenely rich, they were the crème da la crème in elite circles.

Rolling down the window Seifer pushed the intercom button and waited for the answer.

A disembodied voice replied, “Can I help you?”

“Michelangelo Valentinius to see Mr. Caraway.” Seifer replied.

There was a short buzz and the electronic gate swung open and Seifer followed the drive up to the front of the house. He and Squall took in their surroundings and both had to bite back chuckles at the fact that the landscapers had sub automatic weapons flung over their shoulders and more likely then not the only hoe that they were familiar with was the kind you paid for a quickie in the backseat of your car.

Pulling to a stop at the entryway Seifer turned off the engine and quickly got out of the car and went around to the passenger's side and opened the door for Squall.

When they buzzer from the front gate sounded Gene Caraway sent Reno to greet his guest. Reno was slightly taken aback at the brunet who emerged from the car. The Squall Leonhart he had met before was effeminately beautiful, but this Squall Leonhart even though he was still beautiful it was more of a fallen angel type of beauty. Stepping down the five steps to where the two men now where he held his hand out and said, “Mr. Valentinius, it's nice to see you again. Mr. Caraway is waiting for you in his study if you'll follow me.” Reno ignored Seifer, he knew that Seifer was `hired muscle' and you didn't acknowledge them.

As the brunet and blond followed Reno through the house Squall found that he had been right on his earlier assumption that the inside of the house was as ostentatious as the outside. Arriving at the study they were stopped at the door by Ulysses and Milo who started to pat them down.

Ulysses approached Squall to pat him down but stopped dead in his tracks when he found that he was on the receiving end of a

cold deadly glare.

“Do not touch me.” Squall ordered in an artic chilling tone. Which stopped Ulysses in his actions, one of his hands was still reached out to pat Squall down. Holding up his hand to indicate that he wasn't finished speaking yet when Ulysses tried to interrupt him he continued, his voice dripping with malice, “I am going to reach around and remove my weapon. But you will not touch me ever.”

True to his word Squall reached behind him and removed the pistol from the waistband of the black suit pants. Clicking the magazine out he sighted down the barrel, scowling darkly, he handed the empty weapon, butt end first over to the goon who had just tried to touch him and put the clip in his suit pocket.

Milo was in the process of patting Seifer down checking for a weapon. When his hands reached Seifer's hips and started to graze over the groin he was stopped abruptly.

Seifer sneered down at him and said factiously, “The last time somebody touched me like that I made her give me a blowjob. So get your fucking hands off of me or whip it out and start sucking bitch.”

Seifer was stopped from carrying it further by Squall saying frigidly, “That's enough. Just give him your pistol.”

Reaching behind to the waistband of his pants Seifer yanked out the pistol and copying what Squall had done earlier handed it over to the dumbfounded man who had so blatantly touched him.

Once again Seifer was reminded of the fact that this was a totally different Squall then the one whom he had made love with the night before. Squall had slipped so easily into the role of being Mafioso, was he really this cold blooded and cruel? God he certainly hoped not since he preferred the hot blooded man that he had fallen in love with.

Gene Caraway had been watching the exchange with a growing sense of amusement from behind his desk. Everything he had heard about Michelangelo Valentinius was apparently true. Just in the brief observation he could tell that the nice looking young man who stood so arrogantly by the doorway was as cold blooded and ruthless as he was rumored to be. The blond had also amused him, he wondered how much further it would have gone if the brunet hadn't have called him off.

Gene rose from where he was sitting and said, “Mr. Valentinius, I've looked forward to meeting you after hearing so much about you. Please sit.” He pointed to the leather chair that was across from his. Turning to the redhead he continued, “Reno have the cook prepare coffee and refreshments for us.”

Reno didn't blink but quickly left the room to do his bosses bidding. The sooner he did the sooner he'd be back to give Squall additional backup if he needed it.

Squall strolled across the room and sat down in the seat that Gene Caraway had indicated.

Before their meeting could start the butler came in and told Gene that there was a delivery for him that he needed to sign for.

“Who's it from George?” Gene snapped irritably. This was not what he needed right now, he had been looking forward to this meeting and now it looked like it was going to be put on hold for awhile longer.

“Miss Rinoa sir.”

Gene let out a frustrated breath and rose from behind the desk yet again, “Mr. Valentinius, I am sorry for the interruption this will only take me a few minutes, then we can discuss why you're here.” Gene apologized as he left the room.

After he had gone Squall sat silently until he was rudely asked by Ulysses, “So you really part of the Valentinius family? How old were you when you got your bones?”

Squall ignored him. He had spent most of yesterday with Angelo learning the personification of the young Italian man he was going to be. Angelo had also told him how to handle the hired help, your own as well as somebody else's you never answered their questions. If their boss wanted to know, then he would be the one that asked.

Ulysses was pissed, who did this snot nosed brat think he was ignoring him like this? He was one of Gene's most trusted people, yet this punk treated him like he was worm shit. “I asked you a question.” He growled towering menacingly over Squall.

“I know and I chose to ignore it.” Squall said voice full of derision.

“Well I think that I'll just tell Mr. Caraway that your not who he needs to be doing business with.” Ulysses threatened.

“This interview is over. I will leave it up to you to tell your boss why the Valentinius Family is going to be doing business with either Marco Angelini or Darius Stansovitch. I'm positive that they will be most appreciative of this offer.” Squall said emotionlessly as he pushed his way to his feet, then snapping his fingers he finished just as deadly, “Seifer lets go I am finished here.” He made a mental note to definitely make this up to Seifer later, although he knew that Seif understood why he had treated him that way. But still making up with his big blond lover would be a lot of fun.