Page 1 of Envious Girl
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Kieran Kavanagh
The 7 Deadly Sins Nightclub
Kieran Kavanagh sat in his office, a headache blooming behind his eyes.
His brother, Kellen was out of town, seeing about finding another location to build another club, so he was handling it all on his own.
But of course, one problem after another had occurred and Kieran was about done with today.
He rubbed his eyes and looked around his office, stretching his neck this way and that.
They had two desks in their office and a folding wall that could shut anytime they needed it to. Which hadn’t been often.
If Kellen was in here now though, Kieran would have shut the damn thing. He was tired and ornery, especially with the headache that seemed to sit behind his eyes, not quite there, but ready to explode through his head at any moment.
He had been here for too long today and knew that he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon either.
That was part of the charm of being a successful nightclub owner. You came in early, and stayed late. Today had been no exception. Two of their regular waitresses had quit; leaving them high and dry, and they needed to fill the positions as soon as possible.
Yes, he had his brother to help find someone to fill the spots but Kellen had left yesterday, a manager that could bartend but already had other duties to see to, hell, they had a whole fucking team that was at his beck and call, but he didn’t like to leave things to chance.
Especially not hiring new women to work in the club. Kieran didn’t like anyone, and though most of the women did a good job at their jobs, he didn’t like their looks of heat when they looked at he or Kellen.
And he knew it probably hurt their sales because he didn’t hire most of the women that came to apply, but he didn’t like them. He didn’t need a stupid woman trying to take what he had worked his ass off for.
He never even had the thought of touching any of the women that worked for him.
Their father had told them long ago back in Ireland that their ancestors used to talk of a folktale attached to their family.
That the Kavanagh men were special in the sense that they knew the woman they were meant to spend their lives with at first glance and if they tried to be with another, that their life would be full of pain and hurt.
So most of his ancestors never bothered with it and when their father had told them that before they died, he and Kellen had taken it to heart.
They didn’t mind it. When they were young, they were poor. And the kids made fun of their patched, too-small clothes and their lack of hygiene on most days.
Their dad did his best to keep things together after their mother got sick, but they ended up falling to the wayside and when their mother died from her prolonged sickness, the damage had been done.
He and Kellen were the dirty kids, and they refused to give in to anyone’s teasing.
They just got through school, and when they could, they left their father to wallow in his misery and decided to start over.
Move as far from Ireland as they could, and start life anew.
They made it to Nashville with the last of their money and didn’t want to ever be the men people mocked again.
So they got to work and built a nightclub.
One that started out slow, but gained ground. And one that didn’t give them a break to have a life.
They just worked their asses off and in a few years, their club, The 7 Deadly Sins was the most successful nightclub in that area of Nashville and had lines that wrapped the building each weekend.
They served all kinds of people. The regular Joes, or the richest of the rich.
It didn’t matter. The people came to drink. Neither he nor Kellen cared who spent their money at the club.
But it was getting hard to come to work day after day and not have anyone to share his life with.
