Page 19 of Bratva Past

Again, he was being selfish. Last night, he didn’t wear a condom, and neither did he now. Feeling her naked pussy wrapped around his cock was a fucking dream come true. He knew the risk of the consequences, and the truth was, he didn’t care. All he could focus on were his own needs.

If he got Lucy pregnant, he would deal with the consequences. He didn’t know if he had what it took to raise a child, but he would do anything for Lucy. Having her pregnant, married to him, he wouldn’t lose her.

He knew this was not what his father meant, about finding a woman. Lucy should have the choice, but he just wanted to be selfish a little longer.

Staring into her eyes, he liked to think she knew, and if she didn’t want a future with him, she would tell him to stop, to put a condom on.

That is what he told himself, and he was going to stick with that as an answer.

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The rain finally letup and as it did, Lucy went to the care home to check on everything, do some cleaning, ready for everyone to arrive home tomorrow. It was strange taking Isaac with her to work. He helped to open the windows, freshen the air. She checked on the fridges and freezers. The care home had a back-up generator, so nothing was spoiled. It took them several hours to get the home back to working order.

Next, they stopped at the supermarket, as her fridge and freezer were empty.

Most of the stores were open, and after grabbing the groceries, Lucy walked with Isaac to his garage to check and make sure everything was fine. There were no leaks, and no break-ins, not that they were expecting any. Lucy didn’t know of any major crime in Saint Falls since she had been there, and she had been there her whole life. After checking on the garage, it was time to check on his home.

Lucy knew she was being unreasonable. They could have done the trip in less time, if they didn’t have to walk there. She knew that, and yet they walked. Isaac didn’t complain once. He held her hand as they made their way up the small driveway to his home. Unlike her place, his was secluded, set back from the main road. She imagined he had no choice but to maintain the driveway as it wouldn’t take long for the trees and bushes to overgrow, encroaching on the main drive.

They walked up to his home, and Isaac released her hand, pulled out a key, and let them into his home. This felt strange. It was like he was showing her trust by allowing her to come to his home.

The scent of lavender hit her first, and she looked around, only to be a little ... disappointed. There were no pictures on the walls. In fact, his walls were bare. There was not even any artwork. No sign of a man with a past.

He did have furniture. The house could have been a rental, as the furniture was black, the walls white, and the carpets pristine. There was a small table near the main door, and she watched as he put his keys in the brown bowl there. He didn’t have anything else there. No personal belongings. A single jacket hung by the door, one she had seen him wear many times, yet there was nothing else.

“How long have you lived here?” she asked.

“Ten years.”

Of course it had been ten years. That was how long he had been in town. She knew the place was a dump when he purchased it. There had been a lot of gossip about the person who had purchased this place. Some had thought it was a developer who intended to build apartments. Instead, it was Isaac, who built his home. Not only did he transform this dump into an amazing home, he also took on the mechanic garage.

When old man Phill had retired, the man’s sons had moved to the city, and that was where Phill had moved as well. The garage had closed down, much to the town’s dismay. Within months, it was purchased, and everyone was hopeful it would be open soon. No one liked to take their business out of town. She imagined it was one of the many ways it helped the locals fall in love with Isaac. He brought back the garage, didn’t make waves, and seemed like a good guy.

“You have a nice home,” Lucy said, trying to fill the silence.

“Did you ever see it before I arrived?” he asked.

“Uh, not really. I know people said there were rats here. Oh, and ghosts. It was why I steered far away from here. I’m not a ghost girl.” There were always horror stories about this place—elaborate and untrue—but it made for some entertainment around Halloween, and that was about the extent of it.

The truth was, the owner of the house had passed away, and with no family, it had pretty much been left abandoned. It had gone up for sale, but it never seemed to appeal to anyone. For years, she would pass this place with her mom or dad, wondering who would buy it. She never told anyone, but for a short time, she had thought about buying it herself. This was when she was a kid, before the Halloween horror stories. She wanted to have a place to call her own, to raise a family.

Isaac had done an amazing job with the place. He moved toward her and surprised her by pulling out a cell phone and bringing up some pictures.

“This was the kitchen.”

It looked dirty, and there were no kitchen counters, nothing to show it was a kitchen.

“Is that a rat?”

“Yep, I had to call the exterminator so many times, he started to give me a discount for all the work I was sending his way. Rats, mice, roaches, you name it, this place had it.”

“Wow.” He flicked through the pictures and took her on a tour of the place. The work appeared at a professional level. “This is incredible. You really did all of this with no help from anyone?”

“I got the deliveries. I also got an electrician and plumber for the jobs I needed to make sure were done right. Other than that, everything is my own.”

“You have done an amazing job.”

They ended up in his bedroom, and she couldn’t help but smile at him. He’d made a great home for himself, and she couldn’t imagine any of the horror stories ever coming true that used to come with this place.

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