Page 11 of Bratva Past

She lifted her head, and the way she did it showed off the valley of her cleavage. Isaac was not known for being a gentleman. At least, not in his former life. Kissing Lucy on the cheek, and not taking those lips that looked like they were designed to be kissed, was testing his patience.

He wanted to kiss her. To make love to her. No, scrap that, he wanted to fuck her, hard, raw, and show her how to ride his cock. He wanted to get down and dirty with her.

But he also wanted to show her she could trust him. He would treat her like his queen.

Also, he had a feeling her friend Marge would come for him, and someone called Harry, as well as Betty, and pretty much everyone who knew Lucy and cared for her. Did she have any idea how much the town loved her? Including Richard, the guy that owned the bar in town. Isaac got a nice little phone call Saturday morning, with a warning that he better not be using Lucy for fun.

Lucy was not the kind of girl men discarded without consequences. He knew what that meant. If he treated her badly or hurt her, there might be a few broken bones in it for him. Not that he had any intention of hurting Lucy. He loved being around her. She was sunshine. He was darkness. He came from horror and pain. Lucy came from love and happiness.

They were two completely different people, but he knew in some odd way that he was capable of making her happy. That was exactly what he wanted to do.

“I think you should do whatever you want to do, and if you want to get a tattoo ... I’ll be right there with you.” To make sure no other man could attempt to take her from him.

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“You know, you didn’thave to do this,” Lucy said, carrying out the tall glasses of lemonade.

Her friends were due back from their trip tomorrow. In the last three days, she had enjoyed hanging out with Isaac. She helped out around his mechanic shop, as there had been a couple of emergencies. They spent a lot of time in the park, near their spot by the pond. She loved to watch the ducks and swans taking baths and swimming in the pond. It was so cute.

They took picnics and enjoyed some good food. Isaac could cook. He made these little pastries with bacon and eggs, and they were so delicious, just thinking about them was making her mouth water.

They’d been enjoying dinner at the diner, but today she mentioned that she needed to mow her lawn and do some of the gardening jobs. The forecast changed dramatically, and all the glorious sunshine they were due to get turned into rain. It was supposed to start tomorrow and last for a week. She didn’t know if the weatherman was accurate, but she wasn’t willing to risk it.

Her mother had always taken pride in having a beautiful front yard and garden. Lucy had spent the last six years keeping up the tradition, which included mowing, weeding, taking care of her mother’s flowers, and generally just maintaining it. She loved doing it as well. She liked to think her mother’s spirit would come and visit her in the birds that stopped by.

Her mother used to love watching the birds. Only when it was necessary did she put out birdseed, if it had been a harsh winter, or something like that. Most of the time, she kept several displays that gathered water, and allowed them to drink and take a bath. She kept up with the maintenance.

She remembered one summer, so hot, with no rain, and she didn’t have a choice but to add to the bowls for the wildlife. Her mother had loved wildlife, not just birds, but rabbits, dogs, and cats. Although, they had never gotten a pet. It was strange. She knew they always had every intention of getting a dog and a cat, but something always seemed to stop them.

“I know I didn’t have to do anything, but here’s the thing, Lucy. I wanted to, and if I don’t do it, then you’re going to have to, and I don’t want to see you doing any more than necessary.”

Lucy couldn’t help but fall a little more for him each time. The way he talked, the things he said, it was like he wanted to take care of her. She knew she should be screaming independence, that she could do all these things and didn’t need a man to tell her what to do, blah, blah, blah. But she loved that he wanted to take care of her. Call her a sucker, but she liked it when he opened her door for her, or helped her and held her hand. She didn’t want chivalry to die.

“I’ll get us some lemonade.”

“And we can fire up that grill. Get ourselves some steaks on the go.”

“Steaks?”

“I got some in the cooler in the back of my truck,” he said.

“Why didn’t you say anything? I could have put them in the fridge.”

He finished mowing her lawn, and she made her way toward the driveway and to the back of his truck. She opened the back door and saw that the cooler was not close to the door. She would have no choice but to climb inside to grab the cooler.

It’s okay, Lucy. You got this.

It should have been easy. Only, as she tried to take that first step, it was next to impossible to do so. She felt frozen in place.

All that replayed in her mind was opening the door, feeling so tired, and seeing Dave, the deputy sheriff of their small town. He looked so grim. She wasn’t sure why he was knocking on her door. Then she had seen a few other police officers, and they were not wearing the same uniform.

“Hey, hey,” Isaac said.

She hadn’t even heard him arrive, and before she knew what was happening, he had pulled her into his arms and was hugging her tightly.

“I’ve got you,” he said.

She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face against his chest.

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