Fantasy Island

by Mickey Miller

  “We’re done talking, Vince. If one of the other families, like the Kennedys, see you down here, they aren’t going to stop and chat with you.” Frustration colored her pale cheeks. She pursed her lips. With a full bottom lip, just a little pouty, she had a mouth made for kissing. How hadn’t I noticed that before?

  I clamped the cigar between my teeth. Smoke seeped into the air between us. “Then maybe you should talk with me quick instead of shoving me away.”

  Kelly waved her hand in front of her face. “Do you even smoke? Lord, that’s obnoxious.”

  I puffed deeply. “Not really. But I’ve been stressed lately. And I want to talk to you.”

  “There is nothing to talk about, except your funeral if you keep it up.” She let loose with a sexy little growl. One that made me shift and move closer to her. If her father or brother looked out the window and saw us my balls would be forfeit. It was worth it, though, especially when she looked up at me with her big blue eyes.

  “Did you miss me while you were gone, Kel?” I murmured.

  Flicking the cigar away—it had served its purpose—I swept my thumb across her cheek. Her skin was silken beneath my rough touch. She wasn’t a classic beauty, but an innocent little thing that made me feel the weight of my past. She was too good for me, and I couldn’t mar her with the darkness and blood on my hands.

  Her lashes fluttered as she tried to shutter her gaze. “No.”

  I dipped my head. “Liar,” I said. “You don’t remember those kisses after the game, or the way you moaned and begged for me to touch you?”

  Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she crossed her arms. “No.”

  Hell, no.

  Casting a quick glance through the front window of the tavern, I grabbed her wrists and dragged her back into the alley with me. She was pinned against the brick and I cornered her even before she had time to scream.

  “You can pretend with them, Kel. But don’t you dare pull that shit with me. Do I need to make you remember the fire between us, and just how badly I wanted you, and you wanted me?” Her lips parted on a quiet gasp.

  She pushed against my chest. Her slim fingers fanned over my dress shirt. “You need to go, Vince. Really. I swear, it seems like you want to get your head shot.”

  My hand slipped down her cheek and curled lazily against the side of her neck. My fingers pressed at her nape, urging her forward. “Why, you sound worried about me.”

  Her eyes darted as if she were looking for a way out. “I’m not. I just don’t want to have to hose your blood off the sidewalk.”

  “Is that all you want?” I didn’t give her a chance to answer. Instead, I showed her why I had truly darkened her door.

  My mouth crashed over hers, and she didn’t deny me. Kel melted against me as if she too had been waiting for and dreaming of this moment since we’d been separated.

  I tangled my hand in her hair, wrapping it around my wrist to hold her in place. Anybody could walk by and see me with Kelly, but it was worth it. For the first time in a long fucking time I was at peace, an emotion that I’d been estranged from since Dad began grooming me to be an enforcer.

  That thought pulled me back. I wasn’t the teenager she’d known. I was a veritable stranger, and I shouldn’t—couldn’t—be pawing at her on the stoop just out of sight of her family.

  Kelly pressed her fingers to her trembling lips. They were kiss bruised, her fair skin reddened by my constant five o’clock shadow. Those blue eyes of hers which slayed me were wide and hazy. “This isn’t over, Kel. Even if I leave right now, this isn’t over. When I call for you, you will come.

  She lifted her chin and held my gaze. Her voice was a wispy oath that made my dick harden in an instant. The things I wanted to make her say in that quiet, breathless way. “Just because you kiss me you think you can order me around? There’s nothing more to talk about, Vince. Please leave.”

  I was already on borrowed time. If I waited any longer her brothers would come out shooting. Shit, I hadn’t gotten her to agree to visit me, despite sweetening the pot with that toe-curling kiss. Frustration percolated through my body, but I let her loose. I stuffed my hands in my pocket and went to join Sal and Luca. Just in time, too. Because Pops, Tommy, and Frankie were shooting murderous glares my way as I walked past the Pub.

  End of Chapter 2

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