Back For Her: An Irish Mafia Romance

Grand Opening Party

Kylie's POV:

I pull the compact out of my clutch for the hundredth time since I got in the car to check my face and makeup to make sure I look alright.

I huff out a loud breath, fiddling with the strand of hair curling around my face that fell from my high ponytail. I still don't know if this was the right choice hairstyle or dress for that matter. I don't even know if it's a good idea I'm going. And I have this bubbly nervous feeling in my stomach like I'm fifteen and going on my first date or something... I need to pull it together.

"You look beautiful, don't worry," Callahan speaks up from the driver seat, looking in the rearview mirror at me quickly before looking back to the road.

"I'm not..." I fiddle with my hair again, knowing that's not true. "Worried, I mean." I look at the compact mirror one more time, closing it and shoving it back in my bag.

Well, maybe I am worried a little. But I shouldn't be. We both agreed there would be no pressure. But I can't help but care what Jackson thinks about me... And what I look like...I always did get off on the way he looked at me. Those enchanting azure eyes that just devour every inch of you and give you a glimpse at how much he really wants you. And then once he gets his hands on you, all bets are over... My skin, especially my nipples, are still aching from his touch.

I look down into my clutch, fumbling with the permanent key pass I had made for Jackson just if he wants to hang out or come by my place again. Desperate much... Only a few people have one to my house, and they're all security and family.

It's like something just took over me as soon as I decided to let Jackson back into my life, and now my body keeps doing things that my mind is telling me is probably not the best idea. Gabriella said just to see what happens. Maybe hold off on the key to my place... And why am I already thinking about giving him a key so soon? I don't want to seem easy. Even though with Jackson, I am...

"You sure you're okay back there?" My head snaps back up to Callahan's eyes, watching me again in the rearview.

"Yeah, I'm good." I force a smile, looking out the window.

I'll be good once I get some liquor in me. I just need to breathe. "We all set for the holding meeting coming up, right?" I ask, trying to take my mind off how anxious I am. With all my thoughts on Jackson recently, I've put off a few things, and that won't last much longer...

"Yep, everything's all set up. Don't worry about it."

"Not worried." I hum out, looking out the window at all the people crowding down the streets leading toward... Wait a second, is this at?

"Callahan, is the party at the Silver Moon?" I sit up straight up in my seat, looking around, feeling like I'm in some sort of twilight zone. You have got to be kidding me right now.

Callahan avoids my eyes, probably because he already knew where it was and just decided not to tell me. How was I not told about this? Well, I guess our clean clubs aren't really too much of a concern since everything is legal. This party wouldn't be happening here if my brother Adam was in charge of this club.

And, oh great, that means I'm sure at least Daniel and Lucas will be there too. Fuck, and Travis could be too... I can already feel this night going downhill... And I just want to spend time with Jackson.

"Yes." Callahan finally looks at me through the mirror, an apologetic smile crossing his face. "I'm sorry. I didn't find out till a few hours before, and it's not really a problem, anyway, right?" He pauses, trying to find something to make me feel better about the situation. "It's like you'll be on your home field." He chuckles, turning the car around the street corner to the private VIP entrance.