Back For Her: An Irish Mafia Romance

Fucking Michelle

***DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PHOTOS OR GIFS ON THIS PAGE OR IN THE REST OF THE STORY.***

Kylie's POV:

"I have some business to attend to." I look over to see a disappointed look spread across Jackson's face. Maybe he did miss me. Good. I turn back to Alex to see him already standing and holding a hand out to help me out of the booth. I grab his hand, ignoring the thoughts in the back of my head, telling me just to make a clean break from these two—no more touching.

"Still a gentleman, I see." He pulls me up and is a little bit too close for my liking.

And Jackson was staring at me the whole time we were all talking. I wanted to turn to him and say, if you want to kiss me, just kiss me. And if you want to fuck me, just fuck me. It took all my self-control and continually reminding myself I just have to be strong. I need to get it through my thick skull that it is not a good idea to fuck either one of them, no matter how much I missed them. The only way I'm going to be able to keep myself in check is if I get the hell away from them. Now.

"Always." Alex smiles down at me. Leave now, Kylie.

"Again, it was nice seeing you both." Now just leave it at that and get out of here before you do something stupid. If I have to deal with any more of this touching, I won't last.

"I'm having a private party here Monday night to celebrate the anniversary of the club opening if you guys want to stop by." My brain couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth. I need to stay away from them, so why would I invite them? I run my hand through my hair, flipping it over my shoulder to hopefully draw a little attention to my breasts while I'm talking. I always loved teasing them, and now they can't even touch me when I'm finished. That's probably more of a disappointment to me than it is them.

"Sure!"

"Of course." They both speak in unison, making a smile regrettably break out onto my face. They both look at each other quickly, giving one another questioning looks. If they have no interest in seeing me again, I wouldn't think they would be so eager to come to the party. Right? Maybe they did miss me? I'm just imagining things. Fuck, maybe I just need someone to fuck this out of me. I have just had a rough day, too much tequila, I haven't been fucked in a while, and now I'm dealing with unwanted old memories. That is all this feeling is.

"Great, I'll put your names on the list. See you guys there." I give them one last smile before turning on my heels to get the fuck out of here. Usually, I would stay all night drinking and doing whatever the fuck I felt like, but I can't stay here tonight. Not with them here. After all this time, I thought I would have acquired some sort of self-control when it comes to them, but I guess not. I mean, I have always been wild and kind of out there but nothing like what it's like when I'm with them. If I stay any longer, I won't be able to stand it. I will end up fucking one of them. Most likely, Jackson. That feeling I got when our eyes met, and we touched felt like a heartstring being pulled, but I could have sworn those were all ripped out by now.

I push through the people hanging near my VIP section, who are just desperate to be a part of it. I could feel the usual eyes on me and whispers about who I am. Everyone knew who I was after I took over Uncle Mike's business, and then when I opened this club, people really started to notice me. I start walking in the direction of the back entrance, where I always come in and out from the back alley. It is the only way to avoid all the chaos and crowds of people that line up out front to get in. I'm immediately joined by Callahan, following behind me very closely. Callahan was my Uncle's most loyal right hand man when he was running things, and when he died, there was no way in hell I was going to let Callahan go too. Ever since then, he has been extremely protective of me. As soon as we made it out back where we were able to hear each other, he speaks up.