Page 27 of Bratva Past

“Good or bad?”

“I don’t know,” she said.

Harry looked at her. “I’m an old man, Lucy. I know people change. People make decisions in the heat of the moment, and then live to regret them. But I also know that people evolve, they become better. Some become worse. I’m guessing we’re talking about Isaac. Now, there is no mistaking that man has a past, but look at him now. I’m figuring he has told you about his past, to be honest with you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and that man is in love with you. He is being open and honest, and that is a lot.”

“What about his past?”

“Do you really care, and does it really matter?”

She looked toward Harry and frowned.

“Okay, let me put it to you another way. Does it stop you loving Isaac? Do you want to walk away, have nothing to do with him, and find another man, someone else to spend the rest of your life with?”

“No,” she said, not even hesitating.

“Isaac hasn’t changed. He is showing you his past, the ugly parts and the good parts, and if you still love him, then why are you still here?”

Lucy glanced down, and then looked at Harry. “I’ve got to go.”

“Go.”

“Thank you,” she said.

Harry nodded his head, and he pretty much urged her out the door, and she went without comment. Rushing out, she went as fast as she could go.

She didn’t own a car, and all she could do was run. It had been raining, and the paths were a little slippery on her way to Isaac’s. There were several points where she nearly slipped, but she caught herself just in time.

The moment she got to Isaac’s garage, he was standing near the hood of a car, a clipboard in his hand, and it looked like he hadn’t shaved his face in several days.

She took a deep breath, and everything she had been planning to say to him fell right out of her mind. What could she say to him? What was the point of saying anything?

Instead, she walked right up to him, and as he lowered the clipboard, she slid down onto one knee, staring into his blue eyes, and smiled.

“Marry me,” she said.

She wanted to marry him, to spend the rest of her life with him. To have children with him. She didn’t care about his past. That was behind them. He had told her that, and now all that mattered was the life they could share with each other.

“Lucy?”

“I don’t care,” she said. “I get it. You made some bad decisions, and they cost you everything. They’re not going to cost you me, I’m here, and I’m telling you, Isaac Flynn, I love you. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you. It was a lot to process, but you didn’t need to leave your house.” She refused to get up off the floor until he had given her an answer. “Now, would you do me the honor of becoming my husband, and in the future, fathering my children?”

“You really want this?”

“Yes, I want you, and I will have you any way I can get you.”

Isaac sank to his knees, cupping her face and staring into her eyes. “I love you, Lucy Rue, and I promise you will never regret marrying me.”

And with that, he kissed her hard, passionately, and there was no way she was ever going to regret this.

Epilogue

Ten Years Later

“Seriously, Daddy, you expect me to believe that?” Rachel asked.

Isaac looked at his six-year-old daughter, and Michael, his son, laughed. “Yeah, they told me the same thing, that Mom couldn’t even stand to get in a car.”

He looked toward Shane who was also laughing.

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