Back For Her: An Irish Mafia Romance

Deja Vu

Kylie's POV:

"Well, well, well, look what we got here." I put a hand on my hip, waiting for them both to turn around and face me. When I woke up this morning, I never would have thought my old heartbreakers would be showing up in my club tonight. I recognized them both as soon as I spotted them talking and laughing with my brothers. Alex's thousand-watt smile was enough to stop any girl's heart and drop her panties in a heartbeat. And Jackson, of course, stands out at a table of all blondes with his dark hair that he has cut to a shorter, more professional look rather than the long shaggy hair he used to have in high school. Don't get me wrong I loved those sexy locks I could pull on and run my fingers through, but he looks sexy as hell right now. And now his hair isn't in the way of those piercing blues eyes. The same ones that still haunt my every damn dream.

I look over to my brothers to see them just watching and trying not to laugh at their reactions. I have to say I'm pretty satisfied with their reactions to seeing me again. And not as the little barely legal 18-year-old I was. Alex's huge smile's overtaken with shock, and he takes a few seconds to whip his head up and down my body. Yeah, take a good look, this is what you left behind. Jackson, dramatic as usual, pops up out of his seat as soon he lays eyes on me, knocking over his drink in the process. Aww, my Jackson is flustered. Come on, he is not your Jackson anymore. Neither one of them are your anything, Kylie.

"Shit." Jackson cusses out as he scrambles to pick up the ice that spilled from his glass. I can't help the smirk that spreads across my face at the sight of him trying to gather himself so that he can speak to me. He looks like he's seen a ghost. I tilt my head, wondering if I should just let him squirm or put him out of his misery. I don't know. I kind of like the idea of both of them nervous and at a loss for words. You two should be scared. They deserve their asses beat, but there are other ways to torture these two.

"Kylie! Hi." Alex stands up beside Jackson digging his hands into his pant pockets. Alex always did that when he was nervous. He looks so much older. In high school, he was hot but now... Mother of God. It has been seven years, but damn I never thought he would grow up this much. He's taller too.

"I don't get a hug or anything?" I step toward him, which results in his wide eyes getting just a little bit wider.

"Of course." Alex smiles now and walks forward a few steps to meet me, wrapping his arms around my torso. As soon as his skin touches mine, I expected that charge of tension that was always between us to ignite again, but it doesn't. I'm over it all, that's why. I've changed a lot since they left me. He still smells good, though. He pulls me close and holds me tight. He lets his hand glide down my back, and I immediately remember I have my Sig tucked in the back of my shorts. Small enough to stay concealed but I never know when something will go down, and I'm going to need to protect myself, so I'm always ready. I have actually become very skilled in the self-defense department. I just want to be prepared and able to fight someone off with or without a weapon.

I quickly grab his hand, stopping him from going any further. If I do tell them about my business, I want to do it my way. You never really know what anyone will think when you tell them you are a drug dealer. Well, a little more than that. I'm sure Alex would take it harder than Jackson. Alex has always been the sweet one, but Jackson has never judged me. He was always the one trying to defend my honor and probably would have done just about anything for me once upon a time. I'm not so sure if he cares now, though. Alex gives me a confused look after he pulls away. I look over towards Jackson now. He's still standing and staring at me with that same look he always used to give me when he thought I was neglecting him for Alex. His eyes sweep down my body slowly, and I swear for a second, I see that gleam in his eyes that he always used to have right before he would pull me to him and kiss me. Maybe he does still care? Who cares? You don't. What am I thinking? I need to get these crazy fucking thoughts out of my head immediately.