The next generation (The strings of fate)

Baldassare POV

Baldassare had managed to fuck Mimi on every surface of his house. It was worse when he had decided that she would stay with him until her cousin had figured out his life. That meant watching her at home and at work for a while.

Baldassare was sure his family would stop coming in if they knew how many times he had bent Mimi over his office desk. Pressed her against the door, walls, and how she had rode him like a mad woman in his chair. He couldn't help himself. Her attitude, her mischievousness, her lack of giving a damn was hotter than hell.

Baldassare didn't like to let women be more than a one night stand, or a hookup buddy. They just wanted too damn much. They cared too damn much, and they stopped having fun after a while. But, fuck him, if he was going to let this crazy bitch out of his sight. She was constantly surprising him, keeping him on his toes with her antics and her dangerously uncontrollable mouth. It drove him nuts.

Just seeing her got Baldassare's heart quickening. The looks she gave him could immediately draw out his dominant side. He wanted to show her who was boss, and it was wild that she liked it. More so she would purposely do things to get him to force her around. Baldassare didn't like total submission in a chick. He liked the brats, the loud mouths that didn't know when to shut up. Mimi was the epitome of crazy, in her head and in the bed.

Baldassare had spent the first month fighting with his own dick when he had watched her. She had complained and caused so much destruction that something had snapped in him after the first week of babysitting her. He'd started getting physical then after yelling didn't work. It had been a slippery slide for him. He couldn't stop touching her, her energetic little body would vibrate in his hands. And it excited him.

She'd pushed more buttons then he had ever allowed anyone to get away with. She held no fear, not precaution, no self preservation even after she learned what he did for his family. She didn't care about the blood he had on his hands. She had continued doing as she did, one bouncing, careless, step at a time.

Baldassare had gotten her to a point where she listened to him when it really came down to it. He had demanded trust and respect. He had shown her that listening to him would bring her big rewards and anything she wanted. She had already learned that disobeying could make her rewards a terrible thing. Baldassare didn't let her slip, he wouldn't lie to her if she had done wrong. He told her and punished her, within reason.

Baldassare had struggled with Marocelli's return. Mimi had been so eager to be with her cousin that Baldassare felt a bit upset. The truth of it was he liked that chaos she brought into his life. So he stuck close to her, not caring that he had abandoned his house and lived in a small shack. His brother had enraged him, telling him he wasn't good enough for Mimi. Baldassare had wanted to lay him in the dirt. He had stronger morals about family than that.

Then came Mimi's cousin, a sly looking fox coming out of the forest with his goofy smile and stupidly optimistic personality. Baldassare had still been mad at Maro but had revelled in the feeling that his brother had his back. Baldassare still didn't trust Flint, but he trusted Marocelli.

Thoughts of Constance never crossed Baldassare's mind anymore. They used to, even after he had found out about his brother and her. It wasn't until he had been full with an arm full of firecracker energy that he forgot about the beautifully sassy elegant cousin.

Baldassare stood in the gym shower, contemplating his emotions. He never spoke them out loud. It was one of the reasons why he and Armando had never worked out. Too good of friends but not a good enough couple. Armando wanted someone he could settle down with alone until they aged well together. Baldassare had wanted kids, crazy little hellions to raise. It had been a while into the relationship before Baldassare had cut it off. He wasn't one to sit there and waste time, Armando had accepted it. In a way Baldassare wondered what it would be like to still have Armando around like that.