Page 9 of Bratva Past

Marge huffed.

“And what about yesterday, young lady?”

“We enjoyed some lunch, he showed me how he worked. I hung out with him. We went to the diner for dinner. He walked me home, another kiss to the cheek, and that was it.”

Lucy didn’t even know why she went to the mechanic shop. There was a chance she might have been able to help, though. For many years, she hung out with her dad and learned how to do odd tune-ups on a car, stuff that didn’t require a mechanic. There was a time when she thought about studying to be a mechanic. After her parents’ passing, she didn’t see the point. She learned about cars to have something in common with her dad, and now that he was gone, it was just a horrible reminder that he was no longer around.

“I’m going to want to see grandkids, Lucy.”

Marge always thought of her as her child, one she needed to take care of.

“I’d like to see you settled down and happy.”

“Marge, I am happy, and please stop worrying. I don’t want to speed this along. I’m happy with it going slowly.” She reached out and patted the other woman’s hand. “You’ve got to stop worrying.”

“I can’t help but worry about you. You’re twenty-four years old. You don’t have many friends, you’re alone, and hanging out with the likes of us, that is sad.”

“Stop that.”

“We’ve seen the people come and go, and I know none of us want to leave you, Lucy. We all need to know you’re being taken care of.”

Lucy looked at Marge, and then toward Harry. There were somber expressions on their faces, and Lucy couldn’t stand it.

“I think it is time I go and grab some cookies. Everyone should have a cookie to dunk, don’t you think?” She got to her feet without expecting an answer.

There was no way she was ever going to quit her job. She loved coming to work. They were her family, and she was going to be here until the end, no matter how hard it was.

“And we all want you to have a piece of that horndog, before another sinks her claws into him,” Marge said. “Twenty years ago, I would have shown that man a thing or two.”

Trust Marge to break the tension.

Chapter Four

“Your favorite movie?” Lucy asked.

“I don’t have one. What about you?”

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