Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ 101 ( Chapter 54 )

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything. But 101 more easy payments of $19.99 and they will be mine all mine. Anyway really don't own anything, including the name of the restaurant mentioned in this chapter.

 

To make the transition easier on different events it will be in italics. Before I used them for the past but in this chapter they will be used for certain character change that needed to happen. I will most likely be doing this from here on out. If it changes I will let you know.

 

Thank you so much to everyone who has read and reviewed so far. Squall-e-o cookies are on the way to everyone. Just make sure to save the creamy filling for Seifer or he will get miffed, he does have a sweet tooth after all. Especially where his Sweet Cheeks is involved. ;).

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 54: 101

 

Gene's facial expression didn't change, he was a good poker player and had no tells. One thing he knew for sure was that he would never piss this young man off he enjoyed breathing too much. He also knew that he would have loved to have a son like him instead of the annoying pain in the ass daughter that he had been cursed with.

 

It was a good thing that Gene's back was to Reno because unlike him the redhead wasn't very good at cards and it showed. When Squall had replied The Angel of Death, his jaw dropped and his snapping blue eyes widened with astonishment. He was going to have to get in contact with his superiors and check into recruiting Squall Leonhart he would make an excellent agent.

 

Seifer was excellent at the game and he didn't so much as flinch when his Squall had uttered that name. Although he was startled by the transformation that his lover had made he briefly wondered if this was the real Squall Leonhart and the hot sexy brunet whom he had been sleeping with was the fake. Shaking himself mentally he dashed those thoughts away he had seen how warm and loving Squall was around his family and his select group of friends and this wasn't him.

 

Gene offered another smile and said, “Mine just call me sir.” He hadn't meant to be funny but realized that he had when the brunet let out a sharp bark of laughter.

 

“Mr. Caraway, I think that you and I will definitely be able to do business together. Please call me Michel.” Squall offered with a half smile.

 

“Very well Michel, call me Gene.”

 

Formalities over Squall continued, “Like you Gene I like to know something about the people that I'm going to be working with, I had some research done on you and found that you are having some difficulties bringing your product into the country. With my contacts we can have it shipped into Florida and then distributed to where it needs to go. It will save time and annoying boarder checks.”

 

Gene was impressed he had done some background checks himself, but his obviously weren't as thorough as Michel's. He had been having a lot of trouble getting his shipments in, and it was a definite loss in his revenue. Before he could comment on the offer the annoying sound of cell phone chirping stopped him.

 

Squall cursed silently he had forgotten to turn his phone back off after his conversation with Angelo. Reaching back into his pocket he pulled it out and saw that it was his father. He knew what was going to happen, he was going to be called to task for not dropping everything and taking Carrie to Monterey. Flipping it open he said abruptly, “Now is not a good time.” And turned it off before his father could even respond.

 

Laguna pulled the receiver away from his ear a look of anger crossed over his handsome features and his green eyes flashed with rage. Quickly redialing his son's phone number he was directed to voice mail. Slamming the receiver down in the cradle he bellowed. “Shauna get the children in the car we are going to San Francisco and pay a visit on my son and daughter.”

 

Yes he was pissed off at his eldest child right now and one Squall Rayne Leonhart had a lot of explaining to do. He had developed quite an attitude problem lately and it was time that he was called on it. It had all started when he became involved with Seifer Almasy and had progressed to that fiasco that had happened on Raine's birthday. And now he hung up on him. Who did he think he was speaking to?

 

Shauna entered her husband's study and asked worriedly, “What's wrong Laguna?”

 

“Nothing that a good sound thrashing won't rectify.” He snarled and continued in the same manner, “I thought I told you to get the kids and get in the car. Do it now woman.”

 

Shauna spun around and quickly left the room, tears forming in her big brown eyes, perhaps this would be good, she hoped that maybe she would be able to speak with her stepson alone and tell him about his fathers growing problem with the pain killers he was now obviously addicted to.

 

Even though he was the cold blooded Mafia Prince Squall knew that he would still have manners, “I apologize for that Gene. Hopefully there will be no more interruptions.”

 

Gene continued as though there hadn't been any, “How do propose to get my product in?”

 

“I have my ways. Let's just suffice to say that there are certain things that are allowed in without any checks.”

 

“Such as?”

 

Squall smirked, “Olive oil.”

 

It was Gene's turn to laugh it was obvious that even though he was ruthless Michelangelo had a rather sophisticated sense of humor. He replied still chuckling, “Very funny, Michel. Very funny indeed.” Then thought better of it, perhaps he wasn't trying to be humorous and added seriously, “You were joking right?”

 

Squall threw back his head and laughed, “Yes I was joking. I actually prefer to use coffee beans. It confuses the dogs and doesn't taint the product.”

 

“Speaking of product let me show you what I have.” Gene said and picked up the phone, “Virgil, bring a sample to my study.”

 

Reno felt like he was having a seizure. He had been on this fucking case for over three years and it had taken him along time to earn Gene's trust. And here the man had known Squall less then an hour and he was ready to hand over the keys to the kingdom to the charismatic young man. But that's why he had wanted to work with Squall Leonhart after getting to know him. He was one of those that could have been the next Reverend Jim Jones or David Koresh. People would willing lay down their lives for him if he so desired it.

 

Reno knew that Gene Caraway wasn't stupid you didn't get in the position of power that he was by being so. Yes he would most definitely be speaking with his superiors in Quantico about recruiting Squall Leonhart. That thought firmly in mind he slipped back into the role he had become accustomed to.

 

A short man entered the study, walking over to the desk he reached into his pocket and pulled out a package of white powder and sat it on the desk between Gene and Squall.

 

Even though Seifer appeared to be stoic he had actually been taking in every minute detail of what was happening around them. When the man entered he studied him memorizing every detail about the sandy haired flunky.

 

“That's all Virgil get back to your post.” Gene ordered dismissing him. After Virgil had left Gene picked up the letter opener and punctured the package and took a small bit of the white powder on the tip of it, then offered it to Squall.

 

Squall waved it away.

 

A surprised look crossed Gene's face and it came out in his tone as he asked, “Don't you want to sample it?”

 

Squall cocked his head slightly to the side and said, “Are you a movie buff Gene?”

 

The question caught him unaware and he answered, “Somewhat, I guess.”

 

Squall continued just as mildly as before, “Have you ever seen Scarface?”

 

Now he was really baffled, “Yes. Why?”

 

Squall smiled slightly, “Then you'll get the reference, `Don't get high on your own supply.' And not that it matters, but I never touch that shit.”

 

Gene had brought the tip up to his nose and had started to inhale but stopped mid-action putting the letter opener back down on the table he asked, “Then how do you know if it's good or not?”

 

Squall leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desktop and smiled sinisterly, his voice dark, “Do you really think it would be healthy to fuck me over?”

 

He was starting to like Michelangelo Valentinius even more, “Well Michel it seems like I could learn a lot form you and I hope you feel the same about me?” He had never thought about using his own product when he indulged and now he knew that he would stop that little practice.

 

The next smile was just as evil, “Oh, I'm sure I will. In fact I'm positive that I will learn quite a bit under your tutelage.”

 

“Fine. I would like to set up an appointment for you to meet with my distributor. How does Sunday sound to you?”

 

“Sunday is out of the question, I go to mass and spend the day with my family. After all despite everything that you've heard about me I am a good Catholic boy. Friday or Saturday would be better.” Squall replied to the offer. Damn it Sunday would have been perfect, but he was supposed to be the good Italian boy and good Italian boys spent Sunday in church and with their families. Not wanting to make a liar out of himself he made a notion in the day runner in his head that on Sunday he would be going to mass.

 

“Fine Michel. I'll call and then let you know when would be good to meet with us.”

 

Squall knew that the meeting was now over rising to his feet he held out his hand again and said, “That will be fine Gene. I look forward to hearing form you. Now if you could have our weapons returned we will be on our way.”

 

Gene stood and clasped the firm brown hand in his and shook it, “Very well. Reno escort my guests to the door and return their guns.”

 

After they had left Gene Caraway called Ulysses back into the study, “You embarrassed me Ulysses. You never ask somebody that question. Especially some one like Michelangelo Valentinius. You want to know how old he was when he got his bones. He was 11. That's how he celebrated his 11th birthday. While most kids are at Chucky Cheese he was killing a rival of his families.”

 

Ulysses knew that in Mafia circles that a boy technically became a man on his first kill, and Michelangelo Valentinius had become one while most boys were interested in video games he was out killing people. He swallowed audibly, “I really meant no insult boss.”

 

Gene sighed, “I know and that's why I'm not terminating you. But next time he's here watch your stupid mouth. Do you want to know what he's called by his enemies?” Not waiting for a response, Gene continued, “The Angel of Death.”

 

On the drive back to the house Seifer glanced over at Squall and asked, “Who are you really Squall? Are you the hot-blooded man who I've been sleeping with or are you the cold-blooded Mafioso Prince that I was witness to. Am I part of the job Squall? Are you really warm and loving or callous and ruthless?” He had though he had buried those fears but apparently he hadn't.

 

“Pull over Seif.” Squall said softly and waited until the blond had, “What I am Seifer is in love with you. Nothing will ever change that. You said that I was the first person you had ever said it to. Well you're also my first and you are going to be my last. Seifer, the Squall that you saw there isn't me. Yes I can be cold and distant when the situation warrants it, but I'm not like that.” Squall smiled warmly over at his lover, reaching over he stroked his fingers down Seifer's cheek, “I love you. And I want to apologize to you for treating you so atrociously.” He smiled wickedly at his boyfriend, “I'll make it up to you when we get home.”

 

Seifer reached over and grabbed Squall by the head and brought their mouths together, “Ummm, and how will you do that?” He growled against Squall's soft lips. Breaking away he shook the hand that had been holding Squall's head, “this crap is disgusting.”

 

Squall really laughed for the first time in over an hour, “I'll let you wash my hair.”

 

“Baby that's not all that I'm going to be washing.” Seifer leered at him.

 

Seifer asked seriously, “Okay Sweet Cheeks, how did you manage to do it. How did you go from being my sex-pot, to”, he paused and added “The Angel of Death so effortlessly?”

 

Squall smirked and sassed, “Acting 101.”