The next generation (The strings of fate)

Marocelli's POV

He had managed to get a private-ish room at a run down motel just outside of the only town in miles. He stood out like a sore thumb, and so did his car. It was not smart to be noticed so easily, it always brought trouble.

Marocelli tried his best to dress casual, he ended up only having jeans and a button up shirt. Unfortunately he didn't have another pair of shoes and debated trying to find a shop that had some non-used shoes.

His phone rang, vibrating on the well stained nightstand by the bed. He picked it up without looking at who called. "This is Maro."

"Hey, it's been days. What the fuck have you been doing?" Baldassarre asked, his tone simmering with frustration. Maro zipped up his suitcase again, making sure to check that all of his things were put away.

"Driving out to the middle of nowhere because Bonnie said this was where the hex user is. I honestly had no tethers even close to where I was heading." Maro admitted. His twin had been his rival and his best friend growing up, nowadays they were closer than ever. Marocelli slouched down into the little arm chair in the motel with a sigh.

"Break it down for me. Did you find out anything interesting about the hex witch?" Balda sounded like he was rifling through papers, Maro was clearly on speaker. Maro rubbed his eyes as a headache was slowly rearing its ugly head, he knew it wasn't his own. He had been experiencing feelings more and more that weren't his. It was one of the reasons why his mom had even called Bonnie, their ancient immortal ancestor. No one had a great, great aunt like Bonnie Smythe.

"Yeah, she's hot. She's cautious, smart... and a total flirt." Maro muttered looking out the window as he ran his hand over his jaw.

"Sounds like a catch. How is the ass?"

"Shut up." Maro shook his head and sat forward. "She doesn't know how to break the hex yet, so I figure I'll stick around and make sure it gets done."

"Oh, sure." Baldassarre's sneer could be heard through the phone.

Marocelli couldnt help but laughed a bit. "It's not like that. She wants my blood to break the hex."

"Ah," All joking and laughter disappeared from his brother's voice. "I'll update mom, she had some jobs for you but I'll see about taking a few of them."

Maro lifted his eyes to the ceiling praying to whatever God there was. "You mean you'll be taking all the money I could have made."

Baldassarre chuckled, there was a background noise of a stapler. "Fuck yes I will. Come back cleansed and hex free and we will finish the rest of the jobs together."

"Sounds good. Tell Ma I love her."

"I will." Baldassarre agreed and hung up without saying goodbye.

Maro stayed in the motel. He closed the blinds and locked the door and windows before he had withdrew his guns from the hidden compartment in his luggage. He took his time cleaning them and reassembling before he strapped on a ankled holster. There was no way he could hide a sidearm under his shirt without a jacket to hide the bulge. So instead he clicked the little peashooter into the ankle holster.

He didn't think he would need it, and it was not like a gun would be his only option in offense but it made him feel better about being able to discourage the common people against fucking with him. It was a bit before it got dark when he drove back out to the cottage. He didn't call but sat in his car, waiting. His headlights shined on the side of the cottage and illuminated the old rusted truck and the little mom car.

Constance walked outside, she was wearing a swimsuit, water dripped off her skin as she looked at the car. She waved to him in the vehicle.

Maro cussed under his breath, his face flushed a bit. He tried to play it off as he did earlier in the day. He took off his sunglasses took his time unbuckling himself.