To Trust A Cop

Beta: working on it
Warning: Serious warnings this time. Torture and death and you ought not to read the bold part if you can’t stomach blood and gore and stuff to make nightmares.
No character death though.
Notes: Wow, only a month since last update!
Anyhow, one last threshold, then our knight will come.


50


He had imagined all kinds of horror torture scenes, with himself as the victim. He had tried to mentally prepare himself for a thorough beating and the breaking of many bones. Or something similar to what had happened during the night. To say the least, he was surprised, confused and grew even more scared as he was just hauled off to his room and locked inside.

Squall had been trembling when he slowly had tried to sort himself out. He had bruises and cuts all over his arms and hands. His leg was not broken but it swelled and pulsated with his heart after a while. Seriously sprained perhaps. He had broken his ribs again. Or maybe just seriously banged them up. It was hard to tell since it hurt like they were broken but they didn’t have to be.

The brunet only washed off what he could without undressing. His head hurt too and he suspected a concussion, which made him stay up sitting when all he wanted was laying down.

Squall sat restlessly at one of the chairs, if he had been able to he would have paced the room. He couldn’t get the cold stare out of his head. Those green eyes had been so dark and murderous. Rage. There had been rage there and yet the man hadn’t said a word or even touched him. He hadn’t even ordered his men to do anything more than drag Squall back.

It scared him more than anything. Just what gruesome punishment would he get? It was then he remembered the girl. Did they know? Did they suspect he had had help? They had to know. Squall’s stomach knotted to a cold hard lump. What if Seraph asked him to name her? What would happen to her? Would she get fired?

He swallowed hard. Stupid. Of course not. She knew things that was illegal much like all employees in the mansion. Would she get killed if he told the man of her? Then again, he didn’t know her name. It calmed him some until he wondered if Seraph would accept that excuse.

Time past and the hunger that was beyond mere hunger made itself reminded again. Squall didn’t think he’d be able to eat anything anyway. He was feeling sick and he didn’t know if it was the concussion or the prolonged wait for something to happen. Was it a trick? To soften him up with this wait?

The door finally opened and Squall jumped high. It was a guard and he held a first aid kit and a small tray with food. It confused the brunet further and made his anxieties reach new levels.

The guard wasn’t the usual one. This one was tall, yes, but he had a more sleek built and his hands had no calluses. Made Squall wondering just what he was doing for his employer. However, as the man silently started to treat the numerous wounds and scraps Squall suspected he might have some medical education.

The man’s large hands was efficient and gently but firm. He knew just how hard to prod or how hard to wash the cuts. As he was going to handle the bad leg, Squall still tensed. He had all right to do so since it had swelled considerably and only a gentle touch set of nerve racking pangs of pain.

“It’s sprained,” the man muttered.

Squall just nodded. He was afraid he’d throw up if he tried to speak. His foot was left on the other chair. The man took out a small vial of a slightly bronze colored liquid. As a small amount was dropped on his foot, he jumped high. It was cold. Cold, cold, cold. Still as the man gently stroked the liquid over the damaged foot the pain lessened remarkably. Was it a painkiller? But you shouldn’t handle that without gloves, right?

It had to be the same weird stuff the blond had used on him before, except this seemed much stronger since it had a slight bronze color. The liquid seemed to seep into his skin like a hand cream and after a while his whole foot and leg up to his knee started tingling.

“What is that stuff?” Squall asked.

He hadn’t dared ask Seraph since he didn’t want to ask the man anything. But this silent, gentle guard seemed somewhat safe. Calm brown eyes eyed him without the hands stopping their massage.

“Mr Almasy didn’t tell you?”

Squall shook his head. The man twitched his lips in either disapproval or bother.

“It’s a new product from Esthar. It’s still in the testing stages and the general population don’t have access or knowledge of it yet,” he explained slowly.

Squall’s stomach tightened again. Another thing he was used as a guinea-pig for?

“What, so I’m a test subject?” he asked mostly in jest.

However, the calm brown eyes gave him a gaze that said he might be.

“Don’t worry. So far there has been no side effects to this stuff,” he reassured.

Squall was silent during the rest and marveled over the bronze liquid. In less than thirty minutes of applying and massaging it into his leg and foot, the swelling went back and the skin color turned normal. He’d dare to say it was completely… healed after thirty minutes.

The rest in the small vial was applied to his hurting side and a drop or two was put in a glass of water that he was to drink up. It tasted water and he didn’t know if it really had any effect. Maybe you wasn’t really supposed to drink it? The man’s eyes and expression hinted at that possibility.

When he left and allowed Squall to at last eat, Squall wanted him to stay. It was the first human in weeks that had actually seemed human. The food was enough to make his stomach stop growling but he was still hungry. His body didn’t seem to be satisfied with a stuffed belly but he knew it would settle in a hour or so.

He grew tired and sleepy after the meal and for a moment he was afraid it had been drugged again. But he didn’t fall asleep. He was very tired but not drug induced. He had a concussion but wondered if perhaps those few drops hadn’t helped after all.

Hours seemed to pass. It might just be one or two but it felt like an eternity. He started pacing the room slowly as to not fall asleep. He could fully put his weight on the earlier damaged foot. It made him fully believe the liquid was some kind of miracle stuff.

Too soon, and far too late, the door opened again. Squall stood like a frozen deer in front of a wolf as the tall blond fully opened the door and stood just inside the room. The hard face, the steely eyes all of it made Squall break out in a cold sweat. In that moment, with that expression he wasn’t anything like Seifer. Then again he had never seen the cop… truly angry. Or had he?

Seraph was dressed in easy black clothes and shoes. Comfortable things Squall couldn’t imagine he showed himself in out in the public. The blond head tilted a little and the green eyes racked him up and down. Squall shuddered and he got a bad taste in the back of his mouth. His heart was already making a tantrum in his chest and it felt hard to breath.

“Come here,” the man ordered calmly.

Squall wanted to refuse. There was a slight tone in the deceivingly calm voice and those eyes that made him slowly walk forward. He couldn’t make himself step into reaching distance though. Hyne, his head was spinning, his mouth was dry. Would he get whipped? Would his fingers be broken again?

“Do you remember what I said would happen if you caused too much trouble?” the man slowly asked.

Squall nodded and felt sick again. He remembered with sudden painful clarity. Could you fix a damage like that? You’d have to get operated, right? Strangely enough the thought of being crippled in any way like that was worse than imagine a second torturous night. Almasy smiled, coldly.

“Good. Unfortunately it would be bad business to give you any lasting damage in such a way,” Seraph said through that cold smile.

Squall instinctively backed into the table as the man took one long step up to him. His jaw were caught in a strong hand and he was forced to make eye contact. There was something dark in the eyes. Squall would say lust but it looked so different from what he was used to see. It was something dark and lusty but distinctly… different in a ominous way.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have some treats for you,” the man purred.

Squall was taken from the room but not upstairs. They continued down the corridor and took a turn here and there. Mostly Squall was too terrified to think much of the way. Treat? What did that mean?

His stomach made a hurl and his instincts started blaring as they went through a door and down a set of stairs. Down to the cellar? There was no windows in this short corridor. Just three heavy doors. Two at the sides and one down in the corridor. What was this? A butchering house? Was this where the gangster… killed who ever crossed him?

They entered the room down the corridor and stepped into almost complete darkness. The room was so badly lit Squall’s eyes couldn’t penetrate it except make out shapes. Seraph seemed to know the room as good as his own pockets. He closed the door, encasing them in complete darkness and a heavy silence only soundproof rooms made.

Squall was dragged along and pushed down in a chair. Being wise for once, he didn’t move even as fear was making him nauseous. The man was soon back and Squall recognized the sound from cuffs. He jumped as a hand stroked his hair and followed the line of his neck down to his arm. Was it wise not to struggle? Yes it was. Why make the situation worse than it was?

So he sat still while his hands was chained to the metal chair. It wasn’t a electric chair, right? His eyes was starting to adjust to the gloomy darkness and his ears were starting to pick up the sound in the room. He got the feeling they weren’t alone in there. Finally, the man was pushing a large ball against the brunet’s mouth. Why gag him in a sound proof room? He got a final stroke through his hair, then was left alone.

Squall blinked as a more proper light was turned on. The ceiling light was turned up but it was still not overpoweringly strong. The youth gasped through his nose. There was a bed in the room, big surprise, but the real surprise was the girl that snagged his attention at the spot. In the middle of the room hung the maid. It was then Squall noticed the numerous chains and cuffs dropping from the ceiling and the tall, thin stake close by. The maid, though, held his gaze.

She looked unconscious where she was hanging in the sharp cuffs. Her body was littered with whipping marks and burn marks and other bruises Squall couldn’t guess what had caused them. The blood smell finally reached his nostrils and he gagged. Seraph had dressed down and as Squall had guessed the clothes had only been drapes on. Under he had leather harness’s on that enhanced the muscular built.

The girl whimpered as her head was yanked back in her hair. Squall saw then the beating she had gotten. Her eyes was blue and swollen and her lips cracked as well as her cheekbones. She was whimpering softly and the brunet thought it was weak pleas but he couldn’t hear. One big hand went between her legs and she made a pained squeak. There was a lot of blood there, Squall noticed.

“What are you complaining about? You had to know the consequences of crossing me,” the man calmly said before withdrawing and walking over to the wall.

Along a wall hung numerous tools and what he saw all of them couldn’t be proper sex toys. Squall started to feel seriously sick. So calm. The man was calm and collected and amused. Obviously aroused by the state of the big length. What kind of monster was he? Squall widened his eyes some at the sight of numerous, long, thin nails. Seraph walked around the girl who started sobbing. He put the nails on a small table Squall first now noticed. Slowly he took one and seemingly gently grabbed her breast.

Squall could hardly breath, his eyes wide in disbelief.

“You seem to enjoy piercings, no?” Seraph smiled wickedly.

She had a small ring in one nipple. Suddenly he plunged the long nail through the soft breast and she screamed brokenly. It seemed her throat had screamed too much to properly make the sound. Squall looked away as next nail was picked up.

He could look away or close his eyes, but he couldn’t shut off his hearing. She screamed and wailed in pain and through her sobbing he thought she begged for mercy. There was none as the sadist calmly and methodically plunged each nail into her breasts. He wasn’t finished there. After the nails he picked up thin ropes that he bound around the two pieces of mangled flesh, then looped them through chains in the ceiling and as good as lifted her in the tortured flesh. She screamed again and Squall had a hard time breathing.

“Now, how about I punish that pussy of yours again?” the blond smirked and she truly started pleading.

The man picked up a dildo, full of small spikes. Squall cried out in denial and horror. It wasn’t happening. He wasn’t watching this. He had fallen asleep or been hit unconscious. It was a fucking bad dream!

However, he couldn’t shake himself out of it. He was stuck in the unmovable chair, forced to watch and listen to the torture. Had Squall seen this on a movie he would marvel over the writer’s fantasy in torture. Somehow the man managed to make the pain delirious girl scream even more and even louder for each wicked tool he used.

Squall didn’t watch. He squeezed his eyes shut and imagined it still being a very bad, very freakish dream. However, he couldn’t escape it. His mind knew it was all real. His ears and nostrils knew it was real.

He tried begging for the man to stop at a point. Maybe that was why he had gotten a gag? He started crying for her and wished he hadn’t taken her help. He wished he hadn’t tried to run away, then he wouldn’t have met her and she wouldn’t be there being slowly tortured to death.

It could have past hours or days when the blond at one point came over to him. He was bloody. Blood had landed in spots on his chest and coated his hands. He was whipping it off on a white towel. Squall was still sobbing as his head was tilted up with strangely gentle fingers. The amusement, the sick lust in the green eyes made his stomach hurl.

“What do you think? She is quite spent, should I let her go?” he murmured.

Squall shrugged lose from the hand. She wasn’t spent, she was beyond repair. He doubted she was still conscious. He nodded vigorously and the man chuckled.

“Didn’t strike you that you’re next once she’s finished?” he chuckled and walked over to the girl.

Squall stared up with horror, heart suddenly stopping. No it hadn’t entered his mind. Hyne, Hyne, Hyne.

Seraph dragged forth that tall strange stake with its pointed head. Squall almost stopped breathing as it was positioned close to the girl. What was he thinking? A large hand stroked her face in a sickly gentle manner.

“Don’t worry, it will only hurt for a while,” he purred as he positioned himself behind her.

Large hands grabbed her hips and lifted her over the stake. Squall screamed in horror and protest as she was let down on the thing. Her eyes and mouth opened in shock and pain, her body arched and twitched. The sick man groaned as he entered her from behind.

Squall twisted in his cuffs, screamed and refused to believe what he was seeing. The man was raping her with lusty abandon while the stake impaled her to her death.

The brunet felt weak from nausea and terror. He was crying and shaking and squeezing his eyes shut so hard it hurt. She didn’t make a lot of sounds as she died. Squall was hyperventilating through his nose and gag and bile was coming up his throat. Good Hyne. He barely noticed when the man came up to him, head spinning from lack of oxygen.

Suddenly the gag was gone and he bent over the side of the chair and threw up whatever little thing he had in his stomach. A hand was stroking his hair and another was unlocking his cuffs. Once free, the brunet collapsed on the floor and continued dry heaving and gasping.

His hair was fisted and used to drag him up. He was kissed, harshly and dominatingly and there was no arguing it. The shirt was ripped from him and Squall twisted away, tears still streaming down his face and head spinning in shock.

He was dragged back in one arm and backhanded harshly. He stopped fighting at that point. The belt was opened and the pants simply slipped off of him. The man seemed high and Squall silently wondered if maybe he had taken narcotics.

The brunet felt dazed and maybe it was shock. It felt unreal to be forced down in the bed on all four. Squall sunk down on his elbows and hid his face against his arms. Strong hands grabbed his hips and he cried out as he was penetrated. He couldn’t stop the sounds or sobs as he was brutally taken by the lust frenzied man.

He didn’t care. Not with the dead girl just feet’s away. It was his fault. If he hadn’t tried to escape or if he had refused her help, she wouldn’t be there.


*****

It felt strange standing in the dark corner like a common brute. He wasn’t the only one standing in a dark corner. The round room, with its round table, was surrounded by thugs watching their master’s back. The difference between him and them was that Teo was there to keep his so called master in check not watch his back.

The body guards of different crime lords was eyeing each other warily. Everyone was heavily armed even if it wasn’t very visible. Teo stood still with crossed arms, eyeing the others as warily as they did him. Hyne, how had he been talked into this? Senu was a so much better bodyguard then him, then again he couldn’t handle Seifer in a fit.

Teo straightened as the door on both sides opened and the bosses filtered in followed by servants carrying trays of refreshments and whatnot. Teo could almost name each and every one of them. Three of them was accompanied by their sons, one by his daughter. A really beautiful woman but the teacher wouldn’t speak to her even if given money. She had that poisonous, deadly edge to brown eyes. A sharp, well trained mind then and if Teo guessed the two most edgy guards was hers.

As if they had arranged it before hand, the two infamous Almasy brothers walked in from opposing doors at the same time. Teo felt his stomach tighten and breathing shorten in tension. Seraph Almasy was dressed in a black suit and was walking with a cane for show. He was tall and the clothes made him even more intimidating. The whole room seemed to tense up and hold their breath.

Seifer strode inside as if he had never done anything else his entire life. He was dressed in his grey treanch coat. Business clothes. By his side Hyperion hung heavy and intimidating. It was hard to see but Teo thought the younger of the two had more muscle but the older seemed a few inches taller.

They stared at each other across the room like two pit-bulls before a fight. Teo shifted as he saw muscles twitch in Seifer’s jaw and his hand flex. Seraph stopped to stand slightly spread legged and both hands on his cane. As if he was waiting to see what would happen before he decided if he would sit down. He had a small twitch to his lips but his eyes were completely dead.

After a long, exhausting moment of tense silence, the two brothers sat down at opposing sides of the table. Teo allowed himself to take a deep breath. Mr. Shansho cleared his throat.

“We’ve gathered here today to deal with the death of honorable Arano Almasy. My condolences to you both,” the old man started.

Seraph made a nod, Seifer didn’t take his murderous glare from his brother. A lesser man wouldn’t sit calmly with a faint smirk on his face when put under that glare. The tension between the two brothers affected the whole table. No one sat calmly between the stare of the two Almasys.

“So according to The cartel contract, we will now have to split up into nine seats. This will affect our economy negatively for perhaps five to ten years but it should also increase our influence and overall economic situation profoundly,” Mr. Shansho continued.

No one said anything. The daughter looked between all the men and seemed to want to say something. Unwisely she did so.

“I don’t understand why the ninth seat must belong to Almasy? This is nothing personally, Seifer,” she inclined her head to the blond, “but you are a police.”

The other members seemed willing to jump onto this but still no one seemed inclined to fully argue with the two blonds. Seifer did give her a cool look which she soon looked away from. The tension was broken by the dark chuckle from Seraph. Emerald eyes narrowed as Seifer fisted the hand resting on the table.

“Pardon me Miss Levandel, but Seifer’s never been a cop. It was a silly teenage rebellion. Fact remains that it was the Almasy family that created this little union. Without us you’d all probably be behind bars or begging on the streets,” the man explained calmly.

Teo held his breath. He couldn’t imagine such a insult would go unvoiced among the other bosses. A few gave the older Almasy glare’s, a lot of the younger sons and daughter wanted to speak up but was held back. It seemed, the lot of them expected Seifer to do something. Seifer was yet again leveling the full force of his glare at his brother. For a long tense moment it seemed there was some telepathic communication going on between the blonds. Then Seifer gave his shark smile and Teo shuddered.

“How loyal are your men, Seraph? Would they back you up against the full force of the police?” Seifer smirked.

The tension in the room grew even tighter. Teo kept holding his breath and this time the lot of the bosses seemed to do the same. The smirk disappeared from the older Almasy’s face, instead it was replaced by a dark, dangerous calculating look.

“Well, I didn’t know you was actually so serious about that. Perhaps Miss Levandel is correct then? Perhaps you’re here to give your seat to someone else?” the blond smiled.

Seifer leaned back and Teo couldn’t help but be reminded of a particularly large, content cat.

“No, no such intentions. I plan on taking this seat and make your life hell, brother,” Seifer purred.

Seraph narrowed his eyes and Teo wanted to shout: “idiot”, at the cop. Squall was still in this madman’s hands and saying something like that wouldn’t make things easier. Mr. Shansho cleared his throat again.

“Good, that is dealt with then. I’m sure the two of you will… agree to disagree on certain matter but deal with any issues elsewhere. We have other important things to discuss,” the man said sharply.

They all seemed to be relieve at that. Especially as both Almasy’s settled down to just stare at each other. The rest of the meeting was a tedious tense history. Teo listened with half a ear; but most of his attention was on the two blonds. It was odd how well behaved they both where when the violence was just under the surface. It made Teo wonder just what Seifer felt for his brother.

He wasn’t the only one that took a deep breath as the meeting was finished. They all seemed to bounce up, eager to get away from the dark, heavy atmosphere. Except the two blonds. They stayed seated, still staring at each other. Then again, it was the Almasy skyscraper so they had no reason to move anywhere. The other bosses seemed fine with leaving the two of them alone. However, Teo caught the gaze of Mr. Shansho. He gave a slight nodded and the old man answered with a nod.

Soon enough there was only the blonds, him and four body guards present. The door closed silently but no one moved. The two guards at Seifer’s back belonged to Mr. Shansho but they had no leeway with the cop like Teo. One of the reasons for Teo’s presence. Slowly Seraph stretched his legs and put the cane at the table. Teo narrowed his eyes since Seifer visibly tensed. Was it a hidden weapon in it?

“Good day Mr Tornquist, we have never meet before,” Seraph Almasy said levelly.

Teo inclined his head when given a look.

“Where’s Squall?” Seifer growled.

The heated anger was back and he didn’t hide the itching in his hands to draw Hyperion. Seraph made a content, amused smile. It made Seifer’s jaw muscles twitch again.

“The angry little sprite you have? You should thank me, I’ve managed to temper that bad behavior of his,” the man purred.

Seifer shot to his feet and a hand clutched the hilt of Hyperion. At the same time one large hand had shot to the cane, Teo had fisted his watch. So the cane was a weapon.

The guards was fingering their weapons but had none drawn. The silence was maddeningly. The calculated stare between the two men was suffocating. Attack or not? Who would Teo take out? The guards? Would they really meddle if the two blonds went for each other’s throats?

“He’s fine, by the way. You can come by the mansion and pick him up,” Seraph said lowly.

Seifer sneered like a growling wolf.

“I will and if I find a single mark on him I’m coming after you,” Seifer answered.

Seraph twitched his lips as if amused. Still he didn’t remove his hand from the cane.

“Really? Would you be able to?” Seraph purred.

For a while longer they stared at each other and it slowly dawned on Teo. Seifer was truly scared of this man. This older brother. Abruptly the cop straightened and hid the gunblade behind the trench coat.

“I’ll come by this evening. I won’t be alone,” he growled.

Seraph settled back down in the seat and put his fingertips together.

“You’re welcome,” Seraph smiled.

Seifer sneered again and then turned on his heel to storm out of the room. The two guards quickly followed him. Teo did so to, he had no wish to be left alone with this man. He could feel emerald eyes in his back as he left. It made the hairs in his neck raise and he had to fight to not look over his shoulder.

Once outside with the doors closed behind him, he could finally breath properly again. Down the corridor by the elevators the whole gang was waiting. Seifer, four guards, Mr. Shansho junior and senior. The senior was sitting in his wheelchair again. Teo inclined his head at the two men who did the same. The elevator was on its way up.

“Will you truly manage your seat, Seifer?” Mr. Shansho asked.

The cop looked down and his face was completely unreadable. Teo also had a hard time believing the blond would actually turn criminal. The slowly spreading shark grin told him that to.

“I stand by what I say but I can’t promise it will benefit the lot of you. Miss Levandel was partly correct. I’m a cop. I’m not a criminal like lot of you idiots,” the blond growled and turned to face the soon arrived elevators.

Junior Shansho started to splutter indignities but was silenced with a gesture from his father. Teo was relieved to see the old man more amused than annoyed.

“It pains me to be so old,” the old man sighed.

Seifer looked down with a arched eyebrow but the old man was gazing at something in the distance.

“I believe… the coming years will be eventful,” he said softly.

The doors dinged open and the old man signed for the junior to roll him in. Seifer gestured for the guards to follow their master. Teo stayed back with the blond while waiting for the second car. The doors dinged close and they were alone. And silent.

Teo tried to read the other man but it was impossible. The handsome face was closed and expressionless. In the elevator down, Seifer stood in the middle of the car with crossed arms, eyes burning a hole through the metal door.

“He spoke the truth, right? Squall’s fine?” Teo asked softly after a while.

Seifer obviously tensed and glanced over his shoulder. Teo didn’t like his changed expression.

“Depends on what you define fine with,” the blond answered darkly.

It wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

Outside they quickly walked the distance to where they had parked their cars. A parking garage a block and a half from the tall building. Seifer was silent and perhaps expressionless but his stride and posture spoke of someone on a mission. Teo was relieved that he hadn’t seen much of the shocked man from before.

As they entered the garage and the level where the cars were, Teo was surprised to see two persons by the blond’s car. If he was correct it was Irvine Kinneas and Zell Dincht. Two other person’s he had never met but heard a lot of.

None of them was dressed in their cop outfits. Kinneas had on a long brown trench coat and a quite fitting cowboy hat and boots. Dincht had clothes that made him look like some teenager. A closer scrutiny told Teo that the clothes was as handy as his own. Dincht was a martial arts fighter if he remembered correctly. It looked as if he had some kind of harness on under the clothes and of course fitting gloves. As Kinneas shifted, Teo noted the long gun following the man’s thighs.

“What are you two doing here? Don’t you have a job to do?” Seifer growled in greeting.

“You’ve been fired. Again,” Irvine greeted.

Seifer just snorted and opened his car. He was to step in as Dincht caught the car door.

“Seriously, what’s up?” the small blond asked sharply.

Teo stood back and watch the men interact. To his surprise it took only half a minute before Seifer sighed wearily and started to tell them. A lesser man would be jealous for such easy trust from the blond, but Teo wasn’t a lesser man. However, watching the blond with the two other’s made him realize how much Seifer had changed from the brat he first had learned to know.

Irvine took off his hat and racked a hand through long, silky red hair. He made a frustrated sound and leaned back against the car.

“When were you planning on telling us?” he muttered.

Oddly enough Seifer didn’t say anything, just stood there looking… guilty? Teo crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one foot.

“What do we need to do? Do you have any good back up? Who’s coming with you?” Zell instead asked, also arms crossed and it made his arm muscle stand out.

“Some guys I know, Teo,” the cop gestured at Teo.

Teo straightened some at the scrutiny he got from baby blue eyes and breathtaking violet ones. Irvine straightened and sighed before putting on the hat again.

“Fine, where do you need me? What distance? Do I need Exeter?” he asked in a businesslike manner.

“That would be a good idea,” Seifer agreed.

Teo took a steadying breath as they delved into the plan for the evening and what position’s who would have and how it all would hopefully go down. Teo had at first thought such safety measures was silly. Seraph couldn’t hurt Seifer now when the other bosses knew about Arano’s death and had placed Seifer at the ninth seat. After seeing Seraph in person he started to understand why Seifer took such measures, he also started to understand in just what kind of danger the brunet was.


Author’s note:
So…
I’m having a good week with an update on both OF and this one. Hopefully I’ll cram out the finishing chapter of Frozen Dance too.